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Bad Mother
Bad Mother
Bad Mother
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Bad Mother

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This short story comes from a real life event. Who knows what’s hidden inside the walls of the home you’ve been living in? Maybe whatever might be there, would best remain hidden from curious eyes. And yet so close.

All characters, events, and locations are one hundred percent factual in a dimension perpendicular to this one. Here’s to roads yet to be blazed.

D.M. Woolston

LanguageEnglish
PublisherD.M. Woolston
Release dateNov 12, 2016
ISBN9780986144332
Bad Mother
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D.M. Woolston

DM was raised by Baldreth, a member of the benevolent race known as the Zarnacians. Unfortunately accused of high treason for genetically altering his auricular canal, DM's punishment involved banishment from the Vorax galaxy via the method of micro-particlization. Next they shot him through a beam-cannon toward Norvik, or 'Earth' as its natives call it. DM resides here today in hopes of building a path to his home world of Necron by combining Human and Zarnacian DNA, the old fashioned way.Okay, okay. Maybe that's not *exactly* true... but if you want to get the REAL story you can head on over to http://www.dmwoolston.com to get more.D̶̡̡̯̜̼̹̗͓̹̠̩̿̒̆͜.̶̻̩͓̙̄̈̌̿̓̿̇̽̽͘͝M̴̬̪͍͖̯͙̙̹̺̊͐͒̄ͅ.̶̧̗͓̣̘͓͈̀̾̉̔̚ ̸̧̡̠͚̳̳̘̲͎̮̭̗͆̈́̄̂̀̋̀͋̀̂̒͝͠W̶̨̡̻̼̮̠̼̝̯̊̒̈́́͐̚͘ͅͅo̵̲̭̓̓͆͋̀̊͒̈͘͠o̴̧͙̝̱͌̎̾̈́͗̕l̵̯̭̤̽̽̓͛͌͗͛̚s̶̱͔͎̹͇͍͎͎̗̘̯̱̯̬̻̈́̇͗́̑͝t̵̪͓͒õ̶̙̦̥͉̞̪͇͉̱̩̗̲͐́͐̔̋̃̌ͅͅñ̵̸̡̨̢̲̙͎̪̣̰̯̠͚͕̲̻͉̺̞̖͖̜͍̤͎̯̰̈́̉̽͛͘̚

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    Bad Mother - D.M. Woolston

    Introduction

    This short story comes from a real life event. Who knows what’s hidden inside the walls of the home you’ve been living in? Maybe whatever might be there, would best remain hidden from curious eyes. And yet so close.

    All characters, events, and locations are one hundred percent factual in a dimension perpendicular to this one. Here’s to roads yet to be blazed.

    D.M. Woolston

    Acknowledgments

    Amazing cover illustration by Ben Woolston

    And now to our story...

    Nate had made it home and locked the front door just seconds before the urgent knock came. He peered through the peephole to see a think-muscled stranger look anxiously up and down the dark street. Another rapid knock came from the other side.

    Fear took hold of Nate’s thoughts. He growled in the best tough sounding voice he could make, Who is it?

    Uh, hey man… I got carjacked. Can I use your phone?

    At first Nate thought it was his co-worker, Charlie, at the door. He hadn't gotten around to canceling their planned guy's night out. The day had been a long one and he was exhausted from standing on his feet all day while preparing the old Cooper building for demolition. After his ten-hour workday, he spent the last couple of hours dropping his daughter, Nell, off at his sister’s house. As he had pulled away in his car, he watched the six-year-old love of his life in the rear view mirror as she smiled and waved both hands.

    Nate peered out of the side window of his home. The sun had already set, making the temperature plummet as it always did around October in Chicago after dark. The stranger’s voice increased in volume. Come on, man, open the door. It's cold out here!

    Even if the guy didn't have a cell phone, he looked quite capable of jogging down to the seven-eleven a block away. Nate wasn’t falling for this. He hit the stairs to his bedroom to grab his 9mm handgun. By the time his foot hit the third step, a strong and familiar odor assaulted his nose. Lotion maybe? He looked up and stopped in his tracks.

    A woman stood at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a white towel barely long enough to cover from chest to crotch.

    Hi, honey. I’m home! Cari pointed his own gun down at him. She must’ve remembered the combination

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