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    Spore

    By Adelise M Cullens

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    From award winning author, Adelise M Cullens, comes a Sci-Fi Horror Novella, SPORE.
    Chandra Swanson, a young woman stuck in a dead end country town, is struggling to continue caring for her mentally unstable mother.
    Her mother, the famous scientist Dr Margret Swanson, has been delusional since a work accident many years ago. Raving about the end of the world and forcing them into seclusion, it seems that Chandra’s mother will never get better.
    Then one day everything goes wrong.
    Maybe her mother wasn’t crazy after all? But will that help Chandra stay alive? Will the rantings of her crazy mother allow Chandra thwart off the annihilation of mankind and destroy the Strangers?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAdelise M Cullens
    Release dateApr 30, 2016
    ISBN9781311125521
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    Adelise M Cullens

    On my Twitter mini bio it says "I'm a hugger. Oh ... and I write things." This basically sums me up pretty nicely. I love to write, so I do. Writing, to me, is about sharing and connecting with people. I like to metaphorically reach out and hug people with my words! And as long as I am doing that, I am a happy clam. I hail from Australia, the land down under. (Where women glow and men plunder) More specifically, I am from the western burbs of Sydney. It is a truly magical place, where you can hear the call of sirens through the night and the sunsets are a bright watermelon from all the toxic pollution ... but nah, seriously, I love it here. I have a dog named Roe Roe, a black Lab with perpetually sad eyes that loves to hold my hand while I write. Seriously. You can see more of Roe on my social media. But, about my writing, I don't tend towards any particular genre. So, if you stick with me, hopefully you will be in for some surprises along the way. to quote the great Sylvia Plath - "And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise." Hugs AMC xxx

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      Spore - Adelise M Cullens

      Spore

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      Copyright 2016© Adelise M. Cullens

      *~*~*

      Published by Ink Blood Publishing

      All Rights Reserved. This Book May Not Be Reproduced, Transmitted, Or Stored In Whole Or Part Or In Part By Any Means, Including Graphic, Electronic, Or Mechanical Without The Express Written Consent Of The Publisher Except In The Case Of Brief Quotations Embodied In Critical Articles And Reviews

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      Day 11

      The smell of her mother’s blood was thick in the air. Chandra couldn’t help but taste it as she screamed. It was sticky and warm on her arms as she cradled her mother’s head and rocked back and forth. She had stopped bothering to put back the intestines that had spilled from her mother’s belly. It was too late. There was no going back now.

      Chandra wiped the hair away from her mother’s open, lifeless eyes and cried. The blood smeared across her mother’s pale forehead, bright crimson in the fading light.

      She didn’t want to do this alone.

      Chandra pulled herself together and kissed her mother’s forehead in a bloodless patch. She thought about her mother’s last words. ‘Okay, Mum. Like the ants … Like the ants …’

      *~*~*

      Day 1

      Ch4nd4P4nd4 shot the uniformed man three times in the back of the head before he went down. It was super satisfying. Especially when she heard the tortured cries from Wowfood come through the headphones.

      ‘Why?’ he cried. Chandra laughed, she knew she had been picking on Wowfood that morning but, she felt he deserved it, somehow.

      ‘Man up, Wow. Just try and kill me back,’ she said to his desperate sobs.

      ‘Fuck you,’ he said in a thick English accent. Chandra often wondered if they were speaking the same language.

      ‘Hey, hey, hey, Wow. Watch the language around the lady,’ said XxluckyscarsxX.

      ‘Eat a dick, Scars,’ said Chandra. ‘I ain’t no fuckin lady.’

      ‘You’ll ruin his daydreams, Panda,’ said SleepandDestroy.

      ‘Shut your face hole, Sleep. Oh! I can see you!’ said XxluckyscarsxX.

      ‘What? Where the fuck are ya?’ said SleepandDestroy.

      ‘Boom!’ said XxluckyscarsxX. ‘Right here!’

      Chandra laughed as her avatar ran past the virtual slaughter of her friends.

      She glanced up at the clock on the wall above the TV in her room. It was time for the day to start. ‘See ya, sexy nerds,’ she said and signed off to the sounds of ‘bye, Panda!’

      Chandra took off the headphones and packed away her laptop. Standing up in front of the mirror, she tried to fix her messy mop of hair. She changed out of her unslept in pyjamas and pulled on her jeans and a Batman T-shirt. Dressing up for her mother or the cows was not something of importance, neither would notice what she was wearing.

      Walking out into the kitchen, Chandra could hear the distant buzz of static coming from her mum’s workspace, a sign the she was already up and ‘working.’

      Two glasses of milk where ready, sitting on the kitchen counter. Chandra chugged one, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. It tasted normal to her now. She left the other on the kitchen bench where her mother would come and gather it soon.

      The cows were bellowing in the field and they came dawdling over when they heard the screen door slam behind Chandra. She knew she had to milk the girls today, but she was tired and didn’t feel up to it. Maybe she could convince her mother to do it for her? She laughed to herself at this absurd thought and just continued on her way to the shed where she piled the hay onto the back of her modified quad bike and hoped on.

      She rode out into the paddock, longing to let the bike loose, but she had to feed the cows first. Driving along slowly, Chandra threw the bales off the back in sections, spreading it out for them. Once she was finished, she drove back to the chicken coop as fast as the little quad would allow. Feeling the wind on her face, she had to force herself not to close her eyes to the wonderful sensation.

      Mornings were good. Mornings like that one. Where the air was fresh and crisp, autumn kissing her cheeks and whispering secrets of winter in her ear. And they were only made sweeter by the ominous and inevitable arrival of night time.

      She parked the quad and went into the chicken coop, the hens flustered about and clucked noisily. Chandra hushed them and tutted soothing sounds as she gathered the still warm eggs into the front of her T-shirt.

      On the way back to the house she stopped at the veggie patch, knowing her mother would want some carrots to munch on through the day.

      She took the produce back into the house and boiled the eggs, leaving two on the counter, steaming hot, next to the empty glass of milk. Her mother had come out to the kitchen while Chandra had been outside.

      She put the carrots in the sink and started up the hallway to where the laundry was.

      ‘Fungi … Fungi … Fungi …’ came her mother’s usual mantra from the workspace.

      Chandra thought she better check on her, just in case.

      She peered in and saw her mother sitting at her desk, foil cap on her head, orange jumpsuit on, gas mask dangling around her neck. The past middle-aged woman sat, thumping her head with the butt of her palm. ‘Down with the ants …’ she mumbled. ‘The cows. Cows … Keep us safe, Cows …’

      Nope, everything appeared to be normal.

      ‘Good morning, Mum,’ said Chandra.

      ‘Good morning, Buttercup,’ said her mother, turning to her and beaming.

      ‘Your eggs are cooked and on the table,’ said Chandra.

      ‘Of course they are. Are the cows happy?’ said

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