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The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead

14-year-old Zack Thornwood's life is turned upside down one day after baseball practice when he spots an 8-fingered man with a hole in his head disappear into the ground. Hole-in-Head Man is quickly followed by Xander Moon, a self-titled 'Hunter of the Dead' who explains that there are tons of dead people walking around pretending not to be dead. They look alive, they act alive, but they are most definitely not alive, and this is most definitely not a good thing. Xander gives Zack the ability to tell the dead from the living through their unique odor (he smells dead people) and the two follow Hole-in-Head Man (whose name is Gus) into an ancient tomb hidden underground in the middle of suburbia. There they beat Gus to the prize contained within--a squishy spleen. The spleen is one of the legendary 14 Pieces that, when assembled, create The Osiris Machine which will bring about the end of the world. Zack tries to go back to his normal life, but when Gus tries to kill him in the middle of a playground, he discovers the Deadly Dead are not through with him just yet. When Zack touched the squishy spleen, the location of the next Piece of the Osiris Machine was more or less downloaded into his brain. Gus and the people he works for, including the mysterious and utterly evil Miss Bubbles, want that information, and they will stop at nothing to get it. The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead is created by David Neilsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

David Neilsen · Fantasi
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90 Chs

Yup, I Can Get Arrested in This Town

“Oh. Uhm... ok. Uhm... I'll be... uhm... I'll just uhm... be uhm... right outside,” responded Principal Bob, who obviously didn't recognize the substitute American History teacher he'd hired not three months earlier.

He nodded to himself and backed out of his own office. I waited until I heard the door click shut before jumping into it with Xander.

“Detective Studman? Really?”

“Vat? Eet ees a perfectly gud name,” said Xander.

“You can drop the accent.”

“Right, right.” He gave a little sigh and pouted, but I didn't care enough to comment.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He shook his disappointment off and straightened up. “Looking for you, actually.”

“You couldn't wait until after school?”

“Remember how I told you that we had a situation?”

“And you needed to get into my basement, yes.”

“Well, one facet of that situation gobbled up your starting pitcher yesterday. A shame really, because I thought your guy had some decent movement on his change-up.”