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Last Man – 7

Click here to view all Last Man flash fiction. He remembered what it was like when he knew mankind had given up. That humanity had finally loosened its grip and stopped fighting the infection. It was the dead of winter and bitter cold. Ash drifted beside snowflakes, lazy as they made their descent to the […]

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Last Man – 6

Click here to view all Last Man flash fiction. He remembered what it was like when he knew mankind had given up. That humanity had finally loosened its grip and stopped fighting the infection. It was the dead of winter and bitter cold. Ash drifted beside snowflakes, lazy as they made their descent to the […]

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Last Man – 5

Click here to view all Last Man flash fiction. He remembered what it was like when he knew mankind had given up. That humanity had finally loosened its grip and stopped fighting the infection. It was the dead of winter and bitter cold. Ash drifted beside snowflakes, lazy as they made their descent to the […]

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Last Man – 4

Click here to view all Last Man flash fiction. He remembered what it was like when he knew mankind had given up. That humanity had finally loosened its grip and stopped fighting the infection. It was the dead of winter and bitter cold. Ash drifted beside snowflakes, lazy as they made their descent to the […]

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Last Man – 3

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From the Gateway of Madness (a short story)

The pop machine on Capitol Hill in Seattle was a mystery. It stood, covered in layers of graffiti, on the corner of John Street and 10th Avenue East. The locksmith company behind it provided electricity for the machine, though they … Continue reading

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The Author Games: Jason Bovberg

Who are you and what do you write? Hey, I’m Jason Bovberg, and what I’m doing with my Blood trilogy (Blood Red, Draw Blood, and the forthcoming Blood Dawn) is telling an urgent, real-time apocalyptic-horror tale from several different perspectives. … Continue reading

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