Time to Rant

I’ve been so busy on my latest project, that I haven’t had much time to update my blog. So, here it goes.

I’ll tell you a smidge about my latest novel project. I’m at 61,000 words and my goal is 75,000. At the rate I’m going, I will definitely get there with the first draft. With some help of a few, amazing friends, I came up with the perfect title–The Day The World Burns. It’s a science-fiction novel packed with action and a life-altering adventure. Then again, I’m not sure if you can call it an adventure novel since they are constantly trying to survive horrible things. It’s more of a survival tale, now that I’m thinking about it.

I’m ranting…time to focus.

I hate giving away too much of my work before it’s 100% finished and I still have a ways to go on this one. I think you can get the gist of what it might be about based on the title. I’ll give away more details when it gets closer to being finished and if I choose to publish this one. So long as everything works out and I spend more time researching self-publishing and marketing a bit more, I plan to release my baby into the world for all to enjoy.

But, this is it for now. I need to get back at it. This book ain’t going to write itself.

Although, that would be pretty amazing if it could.

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Flash Fiction: 47 Days

Day 1:

Hello, my name is Madison—or Maddie—Parker; age 23. I was asked to keep a digital log upon landing on our new home, Planet Unger; named for the woman who discovered it, Sheila Unger. I’ll send updates as often as I can about our new home to give you all insight on what life will be like here.

Our vessel, the Blue Titan, carried fifty passengers safely to the surface at 10 a.m. this morning. We set up tents and shelters, found a nearby water source with fresh, blue water that’s at the perfect temperature for drinking and getting cleaned up. The sky is a constant glow of red and orange. The air is fresh and warm; cleaner than the atmosphere of Earth before she collapsed.

So far, Unger appears to be the perfect new home for us. Without other life forms to get in our way, we’re free to do as we wish to this land and we plan to start first thing in the morning.

Day 4:

We’ve been busy the last few days and I didn’t have time to update the log. With the tools we brought on the ship, we managed to build an infirmary shack out of the native trees. They’re stronger and more durable than the once mighty oaks on Earth. We also began construction on an irrigation system that will bring water from the blue river to our little village. We will have that finished in two days, then we’ll begin building the housing units. The guy in charge of the village, Hank Testin, believes we can have an established society by the time the rest of humanity arrives in a year from now.

I’m pretty excited for all of you to see this place. The tall, skinny trees are beautiful shades of pink, red, and purple. The ground is soft and supple which is perfect for planting and growing food of our own. I can’t get over how refreshing the water is. It’s like bathing in a pool of heaven.

Maybe that’s where we landed; Heaven.

Day8:

We hit a snag with the irrigation system the other day. Some type of underwater plant clogged the pipes and we had to start all over. That put a damper on other work and we barely got started on the first cabin.

On another, more horrible note, one of the harvesters stepped on a poisonous, black root and has been unconscious since last night. Kaleb’s not responsive and is barely breathing. Not sure if he’ll make it.

Day 10:

We had our first funeral at noon today. Kaleb succumbed to his wounds which left both of his legs black and swollen. The poison from the root spread through his bloodstream faster than the doctors could handle and they didn’t have the proper medicine to control it. I’m grateful to admit that Kaleb went peacefully in the middle of the night and we had a lovely ceremony for him near a ridge overlooking a vast canyon with yellow grass growing far below. I sang with the other women while the men buried him under three feet of burgundy dirt and multicolored rocks we gathered from the river.

I didn’t know Kaleb very well, but he was a funny man in his thirties. He always found a way to make people smile. It’s heartbreaking now that he’s gone.

Day 14:

I went with a small group to explore beyond the village yesterday. We found a cave system with odd colored stalagmites jutting from the ground. Also found a plethora of gorgeous crystals and gemstones we gathered to make jewelry. I can’t leave out the amazing, green berries growing in a field on the other side of the cave. They taste like every amazing flavor all rolled into a tiny ball of glorious deliciousness. Can’t wait for you all to try them!

Day 18:

Don’t try the green berries! I’ve been puking my guts out for the last four days. Haven’t been able to leave my tent or communicate with anyone outside.

I repeat: DO NOT EAT THE GREEN BERRIES!

Day 25:

Now that I’m no longer sick, I finally left my tent. We got the irrigation system up and running and no longer have to carry buckets to and from the river for drinking water. They also managed to get two cabins built for Hank and another member of his counsel. Two more are in the works and should be finished shortly. It’s wonderful how much progress we can get done when everyone pulls together and puts in the effort.

Day 29:

Something strange happened about an hour ago at midnight. Another moon rose; which makes four, white balls of light that make it difficult to sleep. It’s an odd sight to see when you’re used to only seeing one.

Day 32:

The fourth moon stays up at all hours of the day and night. I checked it out through a telescope to see it up close. The surface is dimpled with craters and trails cutting through the dust. It’s similar to Earth’s, only a bit smaller.

Day 35:

Three people went missing overnight. Not sure what happened to them. They didn’t take their belongings or bothered leaving a note. My neighbor was one of them and I checked over her tent for clues. It looked like she was dragged out in her sleep by something. Her blankets and pillows were in a pile by the tent flap and the grass was flattening for a few feet outside. The other two had the same, eerie features and now everyone’s afraid to sleep alone. Some even rigged their tents together to make a large, community sleeping tent with two guys keeping watch.

I’m taking my chances alone. I like my privacy.

Day 38:

There’s something living in the water. We thought this place was void of all life except plants, but we were wrong. A long, thin creature with five limbs and a very round head swims a few feet below the water’s surface. We believe it only comes out at night, but no one has seen it yet.

To add to the confusion, four others went missing in the middle of the night again—despite our watchful efforts. Hank’s been talking about relocating the village to a safer place that’s further away from the river. He sent a team of men in search of new land to call home.

Day 41:

We lost communication with the search team. One minute they were there, talking and describing the landscape. The next, we heard a low grumbling noise in the background and screaming immediately followed. What’s worse than that, we hear the same noise emanating from the river.

With this update, our original count of 50 souls is now down to 37. Make that 33; I forgot to count the few that took off after the last four went missing.

Day 44:

The growling from the river intensifies at night. It sounds like more of those creatures are moving to our location and will strike at any moment. Six more people are gone and the rest of us are starting to get our gear together to head out. Hank’s plan is to leave this place behind at first light and never look back. If we had more people, we could get back on the Blue Titan and head for the Mother Ship, but we need more people to handle the controls. Unfortunately, we’re stuck here on Unger, praying we make it another day.

Day 45:

Hanks dead! I’m sure of it. His tent was empty at dawn this morning with a trail of blood leading into the woods. Everyone’s freaking out and no one has a clue about what to do.

Day 47:

This will be my last post. I don’t have much time, but I needed to make time to send this out before it’s too late. There are only six of us left now. The rest are all dead or still missing. Those creatures pulled them into the woods and river to eat them while they screamed for their lives. They watch our village like hawks and take out anyone who tries to leave.

I know my time is up soon; I can hear the screams outside my tent and the growling is getting louder by the second. I just have to warn the rest of humanity to stay away from Unger. This planet is NOT our new home. You have to keep searching. You have to find a more viable…

THE END

By: Tahnee Fritz 2017

Book Review: The Plantation

Written by Stella Samiotou Fitzsimons

This is the first book in The Plantation series and it was a good one. I was hooked right off the bat and found it hard to put my kindle down at times. It starts out a bit slow, but once it picks up the pace it’s great. This was a quick read and I’d recommend it to anyone into the young adult, action/adventure, dystopian types of books.

It takes place in the future after an alien race takes over the planet. They enslave the human race (naturally) and put the teenagers in these prison camps called the Plantations. A few of the kids escape and join together in hopes of rising up against the aliens and win back the planet. They call themselves the Saviors.

Freya is the main character in this book and she believes that she has no special abilities to add to the Saviors. She isn’t as strong as the others but she isn’t one to stand down when there’s a fight coming along. She narrarates this story, telling all about the plantations and the family she was forced to leave behind. Her best friend, Finn, sticks by her side, telling her that one day they’ll be able to show their worth and fight against the aliens, hoping to make a difference. All fo the Saviors want more to join them and start a revolution to send the aliens back to the hell they came from.

Of course this book wouldn’t be as interesting if something bad didn’t happen to the heroes. They get forced from their camp and cornered down by the aliens. And this is where I must stop or else I will spoil the entire thing. I am most definitely not one to ruin a book by doing that.

So, I’ll leave you with a link to download your very own copy of The Plantation and enjoy it just as much as I have.

http://www.amazon.com/Plantation-Book-Stella-Samiotou-Fitzsimons-ebook/dp/B00ARMMNS8/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1433379526&sr=1-5&keywords=the+plantation

How my mind wonders…

So, Falling Skies is one of my favorite shows on tv right now. I just love the apocalyptic survival genre and this alien invasion they’ve got going on just keeps me on the edge of my seat. I tell at the characters and really get into it and get super mad when they don’t listen to me. But, watching this show makes me wonder about things.

Like if that were to really happen and humans eventually found a way to defeat the aliens and get life back in order, what would that history text book look like? It makes you wonder how the human race would go about explaining something as unbelievable as an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse or some other crazy disaster that wipes out a good majority of the population. Would the humans even share that part of our history with the future generations or would we keep it a secret because it of how unbelievable it seems?

I guess, being a writer of the horror and suspense genre has my mind wondering these weird things. I am very glad to know that I am definitely not the only person out there who also questions things like this. I only hope that if there ever is an invasion or zombie apocalypse, that I’m not here to see it all go down.

The Invasion

They fall from the sky
Shooting down like stars
They’re beautiful to watch
Even in the daylight
We see them clear as day
The long tail which follows
Streaming through the clouds
They break into our atmosphere
Forcing us to gaze at them in awe
We don’t know what they are
Nor where they have come from
They aren’t simple asteroids
That crash against the planet
They are more complex
More mechanic as they fall
Leaving prefect craters in the earth
Some the size of houses
All the while we wait and wonder
Hoping these things are good
Hoping we won’t have to fear them
We stare down into the crater
Peering through the darkness
Something begins to stir
Forms start to take shape
We see the creatures moving
Coming up from the abyss
Beings we’ve never seen
Creatures from a new world
When they climb into our view
We know they do not want peace
They are menacing and evil
With weapons none could imagine
We scramble for safety
Hiding where they cannot see
Hoping they do not destroy us
Begging for the massacre to end
These creatures never stop
They come at us with such force
No matter if we try to stop them
There’s no way to break through
These things are smart and clever
Capable of what we can only dream
They never show their fear
Never let us know how to end them
They remain on the planet with us
Enslaving our once powerful race
One day we’ll rise up again
One day we will have our revenge
We’ll find the way to make this end
We’ll take back what belongs to us.