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The year was 2032. It will always be remembered as the year that the leaders of the world truly lost their minds. That was the year that they unleashed the massive nuclear arsenals they had been stockpiling. That was the year they tried to wipe out all life on Earth because of petty differences, differences that could have easily been overlooked if they would have just had open minds, but let’s face it, how often did the leaders of the world ever actually have open minds?

Now, two years later, civilization is gone, most of life on Earth is gone, but there are still pockets of humanity that try to eke out an existence. Some of the Earth’s flora and fauna have also survived the nuclear holocaust. Unfortunately, now everyone is trying to survive, and that means that everyone else must be viewed as a potential enemy. Even worse, nuclear mutations have created horrible lifeforms. Some used to be human, some were animals, and some were plants, but now they’re horribly deformed, and incredibly dangerous. Not to mention the fact that there are pockets of radiation all over the world that threaten life that comes anywhere close to it.

And, of course, there’s no longer a need to worry about global climate change since the world is stuck in a perpetual nuclear winter, killing more and more of the life on Earth.

Radiation everywhere, almost constant cold and snow, mutated people, animals, and plants…this is the world that waits for you in Rocks on the Other Side. Do you dare venture into this world and try to survive?

You really need to read Insignificant

If you haven't already read Insignificant by Mike Morgan, then you really need to. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D3G7BWBZ

How about a little tease...

As she stole through the yacht’s passageways, she came to appreciate how many people were aboard. True, the vessel was ten stories tall. Even so, it struck her as crammed with more crew than it needed. She heard the running footsteps of children, the distant barking of dogs. There were families here. She wondered if they hated the incessant Christmas music as much as she did. At the moment, some ancient diva was shrieking about how all she wanted for Christmas was you, whoever ‘you’ was. Valerie felt like her ears were bleeding.

Five days until her mission was aborted and the Unmanned Aerial Vehicles were sent in anyway. Her recon was primarily about providing intelligence for that assault. If she found nothing on Castillo before time ran out, her team would rake through the ashes and locate what they needed anyway. She doubted Castillo was innocent. He was hiding something. She was convinced of it.

For a moment, Valerie thought of Margot and the families on the ominously named Clean Sweep. The children weren’t guilty of anything and if Margot had secrets, she would have blurted them out before finishing her first bowl of ice cream. In Valerie’s estimation, they were simply caught up in events. There was nothing she could do about that. The guilty often surrounded themselves with a shield of the innocent.

Reaching the entrance hatch to the room with the moon pool, Valerie heard Castillo’s voice. She glanced through the opening. The businessperson was standing near the pool, talking with Ernesto and Rain. A fourth figure stood near them. A drone swung clear of the pool’s high walls on a chain, dripping water.

Valerie crept into the chamber, not making a sound. She moved through the room, finding cover behind a row of crates, until she had a clear view of the drone being opened.

“I know you’re tired of dropping hints.” Castillo’s voice. “We can’t simply tell her. She wouldn’t believe us. She’s been brought up to believe facts are lies. We have to ease her into what’s happening gently. Show her we’re not crazy.”

“I mentioned the plankton. Walked her through how they respond to pollution.” That was Ernesto. She could smell his cigar stench.

“I know you did. We brought it up as well, in the context of warming waters. Not very subtly, I suspect.”

Rain’s voice now. “We don’t have time for these games. They threatened to murder us.”

Castillo sounded tired and irritated in equal measure. “Now really isn’t the time for impatience, Emma.” To the fourth person he said. “Go ahead, Anton,” and the figure stepped over to the robot submersible. Valerie recognized him as the head waiter from the dining hall. He had dark skin and a thin, meticulously trimmed moustache. He reached through the drone’s open panel and pulled free a heavy wooden box wrapped in plastic. Valerie watched as he tore open the outer layer.

So much for the drones cleaning the ocean.

“You can come out,” remarked Castillo. “We know you’re there. Margot told us about your nocturnal activities.”

Of course she had.

He continued, “There’s no reason for you not to get a close-up look. I want you to see this.”

Valerie drew her sidearm and stepped clear of the crates. The time for pretense had passed.

Time for some Goatherds & Gods

Haven't read it yet? Maybe you should! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D682Q9M5

Joseph was born the son of a goatherd chieftain, destined to do nothing more than lead a small band of goatherds, Joseph quickly becomes disillusioned with his tribe and his life, and when his young wife and child die, Joseph leaves his people behind, having no idea what Yahovah has planned for him.
Joseph meets his new wife, Yasmen, and with the help of an ancient man who only calls himself the Elder Rishni, Joseph becomes the leader of a new group of people, a group that grows in numbers and strength, and eventually grows powerful enough to possibly challenge the mighty Indo-Aryan armies and their mighty leader, the Kzer…possibly…

How about a little sample?

As the rose of the desert sunset colored the sky, Joseph approached the tent of his new chieftain. He wore a stiped burnoose of black and white, having borrowed it from his warrior chieftain. At the entrance of the spacious tent, he hesitated. The warrior chieftain gripped his arm and pushed gently. “Be not afraid. You will be in the presence of his benevolence.”

“Man or beast, I do not fear,” Joseph said, his voice trembling, “Here, I smell woman.”

“She is the daughter of Omar Alimha. She’s very lovely,” the warrior chieftain again gently pushed on Joseph’s arm, but the man did not budge. “You must, Joseph. It is a command.”

“I cannot look on a woman,” Joseph paused. “My wife. I just lost her.”

“It is a sadness, Joseph, but your future’s in there. I cannot defend you if you disobey our chieftain’s command. You must enter.”

“Aha, ya…my chieftain,” Joseph said, taking a small step, and then stepping back quickly, “I cannot. It is too much.”

“You must, Joseph. You surely must. If you insult your leader, then…it is you and me to the death, blood in the sand. Please, friend, do not force this on me.”

“I cannot.”

Joseph stared obliquely back over his shoulder, as he hung by his grip on the tent pole, looking into the eyes of his first patron. Joseph spoke again, “No!”

The warrior chieftain took a startled step back.

Joseph shook his head. “This I will not push on to you, my friend. Thought it may kill me, I enter now. I would gaze on this beauty my nose tells me is there, to bear my sorrow in silence, as I sought my death in the shifting sands.”

“Thank you, Joseph. You are a man of immeasurable honor.”

Joseph ducked his head and entered the tent. He straightened from his stoop as his eyes met the eyes of the only female he had gazed upon since the death of his small brown wife. He looked into those beautiful eyes, sky blue. She was a queen wrapped in her strange garb, made of cloth not common in Joseph’s world. None in his world would have the wealth to ensure the leisure to make their women as beautiful as she was. Joseph’s head spun as through his sorrow, love pierced his heart.