Billy Thomas
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Superstition
SUPERSTITION The Search for the Lost Dutchman By Billy Thomas Nick Waltz stood from behind the rock and wiped the sweat from his eyes. In the distance, he could see several figures standing in a clump, but couldn’t get a bead on what they were. It didn’t help that there was a heat refraction in front of these objects, blurring his vision. Adjusting his binoculars, one more time, he determined that the mysterious beings were merely wild cattle, staring curiously back at him. Hardy beings, Nick thought to himself, to be out here in the vast, unforgiving landscape
By Billy Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Life, Locket of Death
Driving north on Highway 99, two miles out of Monroe, Jack’s ATV suddenly began bucking and groaning, black smoke rolling heavily from the exhaust. It was nearly dusk, and he knew the undead would become more active. The last place he wanted to be was in the open, where he would be especially vulnerable to attack by the living or the dead. He gunned the throttle one final time and silently prayed. He rolled into town, coasting to a halt in front of a large brick home at the end of a cul-de-sac; a final death rattle emitting from the Polaris.
By Billy Thomas3 years ago in Fiction