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The latest "Event" short story anthology features four writers taking on a strange premise - The tomb of a voodoo priestess is found open and empty, save for a small gold carving of a skull.
What would you do if you figured out a way to escape your dreams and enter the dreams of other people? Young Charlie Attenborough has to figure it out quick as he's now being chased by Boss Fenix and his team!
A young boy inherits an hour from a strange uncle. Thinking it's a joke, Charlie laughs it off ... until he starts experiencing uncommon luck during his hour. Then some otherworldly thugs try to pressure him into giving it away.
Experiencing nothing but vitriol after the loss of his father, Joe Duncan seeks to distance himself from the only community he's known since birth. Personal tragedy, however, opens his eyes to a possible reconciliation.
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The seventh Event collection centers on a mysterious circus that pops up with no fanfare in the middle of a Nebraska cornfield. After a week, and several strange events, the carnival fades away into the morning mist.
With only five hours to live, Marcus Duncan must find the door. He doesn't know why. Marcus can't go through the door to escape, but someone waits on the other side to help him. If only he had the right key.
Jack O'Brien has struggled with being an outsider his entire life. One world he could always escape into, though, was athletics and competitive sport. Through baseball and boxing, Jack hopes to build the community he deserves.
A young man in soaking wet clothes staggers into a private investigator's office. He has no memory of what happened, but he has the P.I.'s business card in his pocket ... and is sure someone tried to murder him.
"Advice? I don't have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you're writing, you're a writer. Write like you're a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there's no chance for a pardon. Write like you're clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you've got just one last thing to say. Like you're a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God's sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone. Write like you've got a message from the king."