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Well written and very easy to read. I didn't get bored at all. I also liked the song and the ending was awesome. Marie, Smashwords About the Author M.
Excerpt "I try ignoring the sound. Like fingernails on a blackboard, deep and violent.
Downloads PDF No Way Out: And Other Scary Short Stories MJ Ware Books
It's coming from the stairs, always from the stairs Looking for yummy human tenders, Admiral Nact-bauk invades the local school. Zack and Zoey lead the counterattack armed with rulers, protractors, and dodge balls. They might have a chance, if Nact-bauk didn't gulp down the only teacher brave enough to stand up to him. Even worse, he forces Zoey onboard the alien vessel for dinner--along with a bucket of honey-mustard sauce. Zack will do just about anything to save her. If Principal Blathers won't help, Zack sees no choice but to 'borrow' the principal's car.
Chasing the alien saucers, he meets up with a wrinkly WWII hero who thinks he knows the alien's weakness: Wielding only umbrellas and battery-powered dental weapons, things look grim. Even if the pair manage to rescue Zoey, there's the small matter of escaping a spacecraft flying at over two hundred miles an hour. Can you say, Jetpacks?
I laughed a lot and kept quoting things in the book to my mom. There were even pictures in Zack and Zoey, which I thought was awesome. I can't wait for another MJ Ware book to come out The writing is great and easy and the graphics are a blast to look at. This read will get you lost in a world full of entertainment that just comes to life. Ten Tales for Tweens - Fantastic Short Stories for Middle Grade Readers MJ Ware In this collection of stories from ten groundbreaking authors of fiction for year olds, explore new worlds and discover the surprises that lie just beneath the surface of everyday places.
In these tales, you'll read about: And Zoey never imagined that Zack would take it home. Playing hide-and-seek in a cemetery is disrespectful. When it happens to be cursed, the results can be deadly. Or even worse, as Jason finds out when he takes a bet to play an ill-fated game on Halloween. Brother's Keeper - Zack would be wise to spend less time looking for his missing sled and more time worrying about what is lurking outside.
But he's not the only one who'll have to pay for his single-mindedness. Also includes the bonus short story: Grandpa's suits - A game of spin-the-bottle with the school pervert isn't a bright idea. Fortunately for Zoey, she's not quite alone. These stories are not recommended for kids under 8. Super Zombie Juice Mega Bomb - When life gives you lemons, kill zombies — turns out lemon juice neutralizes the undead. After a failed attempt at running away, former best friends Nathan and Misty return home expecting to face angry parents.
Instead, they discover the military has destroyed the bridges out of their rural town and everyone's fled—except a small horde of the living dead. The stress of flesh-eating zombies may be more than their already strained relationship can handle. Even with the help of the town geek and lemonade-powered Super-Soakers, there's not enough time to squeeze their way out of this sticky mess. Unless the trio eradicates the zombie infestation, while avoiding the deadly zombie snot, the military will blow the town, and them, to pulp.
Their only shot is something with a lot more punch. But even if their friendship survives, there's another problem: Someone has to lure the undead into the trap. Santa's Claws — When troublemaker Ryan concocts a plan to get into Santa's magic sack, things don't work out quite as he expected. Recipe for death — Sam learns an important lesson about ticking off the lunch lady.
Monitor Mayhem — There's something strange about the new baby monitor, but will Stephanie figure it out before it's too late? Intended for younger readers; however, some scenes may be too intense for readers under 8. Monsters, magic, goblins, zombies, and more. Be prepared to sleep with the lights on. This collection of short stories will have you looking over your shoulder, avoiding mirrors, and jumping at the slightest sound.
From fiendish creatures hiding in your bathroom mirror, to Halloween pranks gone deadly wrong. Each story will scare, delight, and surprise. No gore or cursing here, just good ol' spine-chilling fun! Infinite Reflections — When Jessie's sister gets trapped in a haunted mirror, he must figure out how to destroy the creature within.
Well, today's visit was going well. I hoped Shelby was giving her granny a foot massage--it'd serve her right for tricking me into this. I quickly added, "It's just stuff like that makes me a little queasy. Why, you should have seen it on D-day the whole shore turned red. The three of us sat and talked about nothing in particular. Mostly we just listened to Fitch tell us how lazy kids are today. Jake kept checking his watch. He claimed it was a Rolex, I think it was a fake.
Either way, it never left his wrist. Isn't that what you kids are into today? Fitch looked Jake in the eye. It looked like Mr. Fitch was thinking about taking a whack at him, so I cut in. Not one of those comic book villains, I hope. I didn't mention that I still picked up the latest Punisher when I had enough spare cash. Jake just couldn't read well enough to get into them. Going to paint my face green, get some fake scars, and lots of blood. It should gross the girls out.
Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a goblin? Fitch sometimes made up inappropriate names to refer to Germans, Japanese, and anyone else that had fought against, or in his eyes, somehow offended the U. Don't think there's no real goblins left. Montgomery had just about everyone tied up in the offensive. Those of us in Eastern France were spread thin and under supplied. We were stationed way back in the hills outside the nearest city. The brass was worried the Krauts might cause trouble up there. He sat by the open window, got out a little flat pouch of tobacco and started rolling a cigarette.
So we decided to go look for some spoils of war. In war, the winner gets to take whatever they want. We just had to fill out a form and we could take just about anything back home. Some of the guys even brought back wives—poor fools. Least not from the French. We sat quietly while he took a couple deep puffs. But they ended up ditching a lot of the stuff. They'd burn it, or dump it in the bushes off the side of a road. He'd seen more in his life than everyone else I knew put together.
I was a little worried myself.
You never knew when you'd run into some trouble. We hadn't found a thing and I wanted to head back, so we could make it in time to grab a few pints. Fitch broke into a nasty coughing spell. Jake looked over at me. These things were violent. Each time it was like rolling dice to see if he'd just fall over dead. I hoped I wouldn't be around the day he finally rolled craps. He looked at me, then down to his cane, and back into my eyes.
Sure, he was like or something, but he was a tough old fart. If he ever came at me with that cane, no question: Smith kept saying, 'I've got this feeling; something's out there, just waiting for me to find it. Fitch took a long drag, then put his cigarette out. Smith ran over and snatched it up; a gold ring. I said, 'come on let's go'. What if we run into some Jerries out here? He ignored me and disappeared into the brush. It was a blood-curdling, begging scream. The kind a man only makes when he's dying.
It's something that you'll never forget once you hear. When I got to the clearing, my heart stopped. Blood littered the ground and there was this little monster, at most maybe three and a half feet high.
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He had a small wooden spear, with a long metal tip, sharp as a razor. I don't even know how to describe what he did to Smith. Ribbons, just a pile of ribbons, like discarded bows on Christmas morning. But the little bugger was fast. He ducked and I just winged him.
I tried to fire again, but my gun stove-piped. It only took a second to clear, but he was gone. I don't believe it," I said. But you see hobgoblins hold a grudge. They'll stalk a man just for catching a glimpse of them. You can imagine how ticked this little toad was at being shot at. That's why no one ever sees one, or at least no one lives to tell about it.
I think you might be getting a little senile, but still a great story," I said. Lord, I wish it were. That mini-monster followed me all the way back to Kansas. Kept trying to get me alone.