Tales from the Flashback
The Flashback Saga, #3
Fiction & Literature, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy
| Author: | Wayne Kyle Spitzer | ISBN: | 9781386139713 |
| Publisher: | Hobb's End Books | Publication: | October 10, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Wayne Kyle Spitzer |
| ISBN: | 9781386139713 |
| Publisher: | Hobb's End Books |
| Publication: | October 10, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Five new tales from the Flashback, from its initial outbreak to its effects months after. Featuring characters and situations that will feature prominently later in the saga, Tales is both a prologue and supplement to Flashback Twilight. Essential reading for fans of the saga!
She scanned the water around her even as the late afternoon sun, which had been pouring in through the windows, seemed to disappear completely. She peered outside and saw clouds stacking up in what had been a pure azure dome. Ah, she thought, it's dipped behind a cloud. It'll be back, unlike your long line of stepdads.
That's when she noticed the blood beginning to spread in the water all around her … and was gripped with terror.
Omigod.
Omigod, just … no.
And such was her terror and embarrassment at starting her first period in public that she nearly fainted—but instead backed toward the edge of the pool, groping for the concrete while thinking, How could there be so much? How could all that possibly be coming from me?
Her fingers touched a face—Alex, of course; he'd been under the water after all—Omigod, omigod, what would he say? Would he tell the others? Would it be all over school the very next day?
And that's when she realized his head was no longer connected to his body. That it had been completely severed and was bobbing in the intake filter. And then there were screams—others as well as her own—and she turned in time to see someone yanked below the surface not twenty feet away, as well as a fin, black as an orca's, which rolled like a log in the deep end of the pool. And she screamed until her voice went raw even as she started to climb from the water—until she saw the velociraptor crouched on the wet concrete with its eyes rolled back in its skull (Mr. Stiller said that predators did that right before striking, to protect their eyes) and its sickle-clawed toes tapping, and knew there would be no escape for her.
Five new tales from the Flashback, from its initial outbreak to its effects months after. Featuring characters and situations that will feature prominently later in the saga, Tales is both a prologue and supplement to Flashback Twilight. Essential reading for fans of the saga!
She scanned the water around her even as the late afternoon sun, which had been pouring in through the windows, seemed to disappear completely. She peered outside and saw clouds stacking up in what had been a pure azure dome. Ah, she thought, it's dipped behind a cloud. It'll be back, unlike your long line of stepdads.
That's when she noticed the blood beginning to spread in the water all around her … and was gripped with terror.
Omigod.
Omigod, just … no.
And such was her terror and embarrassment at starting her first period in public that she nearly fainted—but instead backed toward the edge of the pool, groping for the concrete while thinking, How could there be so much? How could all that possibly be coming from me?
Her fingers touched a face—Alex, of course; he'd been under the water after all—Omigod, omigod, what would he say? Would he tell the others? Would it be all over school the very next day?
And that's when she realized his head was no longer connected to his body. That it had been completely severed and was bobbing in the intake filter. And then there were screams—others as well as her own—and she turned in time to see someone yanked below the surface not twenty feet away, as well as a fin, black as an orca's, which rolled like a log in the deep end of the pool. And she screamed until her voice went raw even as she started to climb from the water—until she saw the velociraptor crouched on the wet concrete with its eyes rolled back in its skull (Mr. Stiller said that predators did that right before striking, to protect their eyes) and its sickle-clawed toes tapping, and knew there would be no escape for her.
