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Chapter 8: The Dead Power Plant The rusted dock groaned under their weight as Wallace, Vanessa, and Patel stepped cautiously onto the plat...
The Plague of Palatka vol 2
Chapter 4 and 5: The Night of Fire The red sky over Palatka was not an omen—it was a warning. Flames engulfed the old courthouse, licking...
The Plague of Palatka Vol 1
The Plague of Palatka By Thomas Miller Chapter 1: The Arrival It started with a whi...
Some of my quotes i used in my books
1. On Love and Loss “Love is not measured by how much time you spend together but by how much of your soul you leave behind when they’re g...
The Last Light Flickers
The Last Light Flickers By Thomas Miller The candle sputters, wax runs thin, A breath too hollow, the walls close in. Shadows crawl where ...
Cannibal Holocaust in the USA
Cannibal Holocaust in the USA By Thomas Miller Chapter 1: The End of Civilization The collapse came suddenly, like a predator in the n...
A Toast to Nothing (Part 10) – A Shadow in the Dark
A Toast to Nothing (Part 10) – A Shadow in the Dark By Thomas Miller I didn’t run. I wanted to. Hell, Daniel was practically begging me to...
The Widow’s Lament
The Widow’s Lament By Thomas Miller In the small hours before the dawn, A widow weeps, her love long gone. She clings to a photo, worn and...
A Christmas Knife
A Christmas Knife By Thomas Miller The biting chill of Christmas morning settled deep in Thomas Manhyme Jr.’s bones as he trudged throug...
The House on the Hill
The House on the Hill By Thomas Miller There stands a house on a lonesome hill, Where time stands still, and hearts grow chill. Its window...
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