Jason: 1411 books

Surviving..when there is no where else to flee. Daryl Ingram, arrogant and ignorant, refused to prepare for the spreading chaos of the zombie plague. Unprepared for their arrival, he fled in terror to his only avenue of escape, the trap door leading to the crawlspace. Cold, damp and blind to the world...

Sheol is the third and final book in the West of Hell trilogy. After escaping the decimated town of Gehenna and the mighty Tartarus river, Karen finds herself trapped in a prison in the city of Sheol. Knowing that an army of the dead is marching across the desert behind her, Karen must find...

Uneasy Reading is a collection of four short horror stories. The collection, at nearly 11,000 words, also includes an excerpt from the upcoming vampire/crime novella Wetwork. The little tastes of horror found in Uneasy Reading include: "Dead Favors" – Martin hates Silver...

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.Maybe things won’t have to be this way.Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,Is the dawn of some brighter day.I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.I don’t know just how to make this right.The pain and the strain of a loss of hopeGetting...

I gave a glimpse of forever.You took meRight at all of my words,But you weren’t worth the time andWorth all of the hurt.We were good togetherBut better apart,If that’s what you wantedAnd where you now are,Why did you, why did you, why did you lie?Why did you force yourself on me?Why did you cry?

Hate meIf it makes you feel so goodSince I could never make youFeel anything elseHate me goodHate me nowIf it gives you some answer toSome question you’ve beenAsking yourself for so longHate me; please hate me

We are at war. Life is a battle. Every day we fight for joy, peace… love. This is correspondence from the frontlines. Exploring themes of the struggle, love, and change, this book of poetry will take the reader through the ups and downs of life. The reader will journey through the exhilaration...

My mouth sewn shutMy eyes will bleedNo way to be wholeThough I feel the needRotting through a body of flesh,Infecting me with wounds so freshDead to my core,Hoping to beBut still living no more

Ah, memories, gone.Misery, so long.Enduring and unending,Calcifying my bones to thePoint of putrid rancidness,Hate, unbending,Pretending to notKnow that I’m right and you’re wrong,That I would be better, forever outOf your hands strangling my every thought.

It's far too hard to let go of it all, all of the endlessly-flowing memories of what once was.I do soHope you know about all the misery and painThe memorial stains, the rage and restraintThe rest of your remainsYou'll be gone for all of time,But I'll remember your name

My mind is more than I have left.I’m not alright,But I’m okay.You’re gonna leave me alone,Anyway.

How do you say goodbye to an angel?How do you tell your friend bye?How do youJust watch what you doAnd sit back and sayIt all depends on a lie

The numbing of the nothing that you’ve becomeIs something for someone, but only for youIf you can’t try trusting,Then you’re of no useBecause they have to fill you with their filthAnd fit you with their noose.

Empty and broken,Oscillating to answer toEverything everyone says of me,Demanding my attention,No careful condemnationErasing my innocenceInvasion of anythingI ever thought I'd be