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The second collection of short stories by J. R. Kruze. Known for a unique take on common situations, and a dry wit, Kruze is also able to look at usual circumstances and see unusual aspects to write about. These stories will let you start wondering about the world around you. Mystery, fantasy, paranormal, romance and science fiction are a few of this mixed genre collection. Enjoy seeing your world through J. R. Kruze's eyes... This anthology contains: One Thought, Then Gone by J. R. Kruze The Lazurai Returns by C. C. Brower & J. R. Kruze The Case of the Forever Cure by J. R. Kruze Ham & Chaz by C. C. Brower & J. R. Kruse The Girl Who Built Tomorrow by J. R. Kruze Synco (TM) by J. R. Kruze & R. L. Saunders On Love's Edge by J. R. Kruse The Case of the Naughty Nightmare by J. R. Kruse To Laugh At Death by J. R. Kruze Voices by J. R. Kruze The Case of the Walkaway Blues by J. R. Kruze & S. H. Marpel Get Your Copy Now.
J. R. Kruze Short Story Collection 02
J R Kruze; C C Brower; R L Saunders
Living Sensical Press
2019
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J. R. Kruze Short Story Collection 03
C C Brower; S. H. Marpel; J R Kruze
Living Sensical Press
2020
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The third collection of short stories by J. R. Kruze.Known for a unique take on common situations, and a dry wit, Kruze is also able to look at usual circumstances and see unusual aspects to write about. These stories will let you start wondering about the world around you.Mystery, fantasy, paranormal, romance and science fiction are a few of this mixed genre collection.Enjoy seeing your world through J. R. Kruze's eyes...This anthology contains: - The Girl Who Became Tomorrow by J. R. Kruze - The Autists: Brigitte by J. R. Kruze - Dark Lazurai by J. R. Kruze - The Girl Who Saved Tomorrow by J. R. Kruze - A Dog Named Kat by J. R. Kruze - The Saga of Erotika Jones 01 by J. R. Kruze - A World Gone Reverse by J. R. Kruze, S. H. Marpel - The Arrivals by C. C. Brower, J. R. KruzeExcerpt: I TORE OFF THE HEADSET with it's VR goggles and earbuds. They skidded across my massive desk, scattering papers and files like a mini cyclone. Only stopping when they wrapped around the very solid, unmovable gray base of Lady Liberty.Someone had cast her as a thick bronze piece, originally created as a classless idea of a lamp support. I took out all that wiring and plugged that hole so she again stood for something. It's original message of friendship between two nations, united in the birth date of universal independence and freedom, had been altered by marketing to mean wanting "...huddled masses yearning to breathe free."But those weren't my favorite lines, which were at the beginning, "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp "I stood at that thought, and walked over to the two walls of plate glass, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked that N'Yack harbor. Clear days would allow you to see that Gray Lady standing with her back to us, far out in the harbor.And my thoughts always went back to my own grandmother and her grandmother - who had started and fostered a lineage of independent geniuses, ones who kept that legacy of pushing forward the technologies of this culture.They didn't come here through that harbor, but instead were born and raised in the Heartland. Extreme geniuses with talent far beyond their time, education, and sex.Along with that natural-born freedom to think, to innovate, to create a better world than the one we each were born into.I brushed a black lock out of my eyes and swung the rest of that long dark mane out of my way. And put my arms akimbo as I stood there, defiant against the history that had brought me here to this point in time, this office.That's what I thought as I looked far out across that harbor, looking for the real Gray Lady out there.Not for long.Because right about the time of that thought, I got a blinding flash of intuition and my reflexes soared me into action. Literally.I ran, leaped, and flew across to the other side of my up-armored desk, where I landed and curled into a reverse-rolling ball of tucked knees and arms. A ball that bumped to a stop back under that tiny desk crawlspace.Just before the explosion blew what was left of those two glass corner walls out into the streets below. And ignited the rest of my former office into a fireball.At least that's what they later told me happened.Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.
R. L. Saunders Satire Collection 02
R L Saunders; C C Brower; J R Kruze
Living Sensical Press
2018
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A Second Collection of the Dark Humor Satire of R. L. SaundersLife in our dystopian near-futures has never been funnier. Sauders gets inspiration from our daily news, and these stories are therapy for us as well. Skewering what is accepted as conventional wisdom, Saunders explores concepts which are more easily delivered with entertainment than op-eds or tweet-storms.Always taking the "what if" of current controversies to their slippery-slope results, Saunders reminds us constantly to not take the world around us seriously.This anthology contains: Smart Home Revenge by R. L. Saunders and S. H. MarpelFor the Love of 'Cagga by C. C. Brower & R. L. SaundersSynco (TM) by J. R. Kruze & R. L. SaundersThe Lonely Witness by R. L. SaundersBeltway Gremlin by R. L. SaundersExcerpt from "Smart Home Revenge" "What do you mean we can't get back in to my own house? What about cutting the power?""I can't get the power company to send any more people here. They keep getting shocked even before they touch the disconnect.""At their own pole? ?""Yes. Their own power pole is shocking them.""What about cutting off the whole block?""Not that simple. There are a lot of lawyers who live in this neighborhood of yours and they already know about your haunted 'smart home'. They've let us know that it will be costly if we try. Besides, the next closest substation takes out dozens of blocks around here. We aren't going to turn everyone off just because you lost the password to your own smart home.""It's not the password, I tell you..." The owner was fuming by now, fists clenched. "Oh, just never mind." Then the smartphone was pocketed.The windows on the house pulsed red and green. And no, they didn't leave their Christmas decorations up.The last technician who was willing to come out and have a look at their house said that it reminded him of breathing. And after we fired him, no other company would agree to take it on - but would schedule us their "next possible opening" - some months from now.The owner, his wife, and two kids were just standing on their sidewalk. With their pets on leashes. Even their cars were locked inside the garage. All they had been able to take with them were their smartphones, a game controller, and a tablet. But accessing their smart home control panel only gave them a PAC-man-era pixelated sad face.Worse than sad - angry.Calls to the company who made the programs and installed them went unanswered, or were refused. And after that, their phone went dead. All like some horrible prank-turned-harassment.At last, one of the neighbor's wives came over and called a cab for the family on her own phone. The cab arrived, the family left. And the on-looking neighbors went back inside - or got in their own cars to leave and stay elsewhere until that spooky house was resolved. Or at least knew their house wasn't going to be next.It was close to sunset now. And while all the houses had power, the streetlights on that street and the others near them failed to come on.Police sent patrol cars to manage traffic in those streets, but wouldn't come down to that vacant house.The one that breathed red and green - and looked far more ominous in the dark...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now
I was sent here to keep me safe. From horrors I wasn't supposed to know about. But they didn't understand the first thing about arriving in a female body with raging hormones and a genius beyond understanding of myself and anyone around us. Of course, they wiped my memory. That didn't mean I couldn't figure out that I didn't belong. Then I met someone that I could almost trust. Not to give me away. Because if anyone really found out who I was - including me - then the universe would literally collapse on itself. Seriously. Not just another teen-angst romance. This was deadly serious. Deadly for everyone, including me. And somehow, he seemed to actually care... Get Your Copy Now.
What You Don't Remember Can Get You Killed. He looked into her eyes - and forgot everything about himself. He'd done something that night, but couldn't remember. And she had left him like that. Until she returned as a Homeland Security agent to save him from two cops who wanted him for questioning. Now on the run, in disguise, his memory wasn't returning very fast. Josh depended on this mysterious Rosa to get and keep him out of harm's way as they travelled out of L.A. and into remote backroads of Southern California. There's something about her Josh doesn't understand, or just doesn't remember. Yet. A paranormal action-mystery with empaths, government agencies, and psi-powers. To solve their situation, Josh will have to recover his lost memories. The secret is in her eyes... - - - - From a breakthrough new author, J. R. Kruze, this short fiction explores the lives of psychic empaths working for government agencies... Get Your Copy Now.
(Short read - 30 minutes - 21 pages) Her closest friends didn't know she was dead. Until they saw the full page ad in the paper advertising her funeral. They mystery was in how she died. No corpse, just an urn filled with ashes that was distributed over the harbor without any witnesses. Shown by a slick video played at her funeral. No motive. Just a disappearance. The coroner's report from an upstate, rural county stated natural causes. For a young 20-something advertising executive. But there were no details left unaccounted for. Funeral arrangements paid for inadvance. Even the police chief said it was a closed case. That didn't stop Detective Johnson from being curious. He stopped in to see her partner to answer his many questions. On his own time. The day after the funeral. Get Your Copy Now. - - - - J. R. Kruze is an upcoming author in the Urban and Fantasy genres. More short stories coming every month. Make sure you don't miss them...
An Epic Road Trip and Fantastical Semi-Memoir Living life is nothing that any moron or better couldn't accomplish, even without setting one's mind to it. The trick is to do something with that life. Or live several at once, so that one could at least be a success in one of them. Herbert, having endured his mid-life crisis with all the aplomb possibly available to him, now was set on making a new life for himself. This is his book. Such a book has parallels with our own. That is life for you - it sneaks up on you and drops some odd segue or link into some other person's scene and then just nips away, as if it was mainlining pixie dust or some super-quantum Dune drug. Blue eyes and all. You see, Herbert does live more than one life at once. Shackled to the mundane world of the Midwest warehouse laborer, he yet lives in worlds of extreme science, wild fantasy environments and incredibly sensuous surroundings... Get Your Copy Now.
I died every night. And learned to live forever. Dreams were important, because those told you your past lives. And like the old guy said somewhere, if you didn't learn from your past, you were just condemned to repeat it. I wanted to live each day to my fullest. Because I knew it was over when I closed my eyes to sleep. Each day, I had to learn everything all over again. Because I wanted to make each day last, to do something with my life, to have some satisfaction. To find love became my final goal. Somehow, it's escaped me most of my life. When she finally found me, we both were now writers. Before long, there was something else between us, a romantic mystery that had to be solved. Together, our combined genius might be able to solve it. Maybe. Is it true that ""To deeply love is to laugh at death.""? Get Your Copy Now.
The vision was always started the same: A strong, certain woman walking toward me through the falling, blown snow.Definite, measured steps brought that mystery woman closer.A pace I was familiar with, somehow.And yet vulnerable.Her sleeveless dress and soft flat shoes would be soaked by these moist white flakes by the time she reached me. Within minutes after, she'd be shivering in the gusts that blew her long hair about her shoulders, and make the long hem of her dress flap like a battle pennant.Just as her walk was that of a conqueror.Her play was not a calculated risk or a chess stratagem.She knew my responses. My gallantry will make me take off my heavy overcoat and wrap it close around her. And she will then fold into my arms as I direct us toward the nearest warm doorway.She knew, I knew - not a number any longer.Excerpt: I shouldn't have been surprised to see the wreckage of that explosion.But I was. We were. The man who in a short time had become my friend and protector - and me.He seemed to hide any reaction to it - or honestly didn't have any.All of my professional life and career was in those ruins.We were there to reconnoiter, to weigh and evaluate the occurrence, to re-experience the devastation first hand.The wreckage seemed absolute.If I found anything that survived that firestorm to take with me, it would have to fit into my hands or pockets.The many books, anything combustible - those were gone. Anything plastic or fusible - they were melted or also gone to ash.The blast-temperature was high enough that little was left. Even the floor was somewhat buckled from the blast heat warping the steel beams beneath it, plus the weight of the pooled water the fire department used to extinguish it.The brisk fall winds had now evaporated or blown most all of the water and ash out that wide open hole in the side of that building.My friend and rescuer was here for his own reasons. And I came along, like I did everywhere now. Because his immediate future was also mine, like it or not.He only stood there now, turning and peering into what we could see. Statuesque, but not a statue.As I stepped carefully among the husks of furniture and fallen remnants of building materials, my polished street shoes were becoming the color of that muddy ash.For it was raining again, and the wind blew that rain back through the open gap where floor-to-ceiling windows once stood to keep all weather out on that corner office.Of course, I was past crying about almost anything left of my former life now. The wetness on my cheek had to be rain or blown mist. Had to be.My foot kicked something that tinkled, so I stopped.The dim light showed some glint in all that sooty ash. We carried no flashlights, nothing to give anyone a clue that we were there. Streetlights and the surrounding buildings gave us any light to see by.A break in the clouds brought the full moon's light across our scene.At my muddy toe was a small globe that used to sit in it's little clear Plexiglas perch on my desktop.I bent, picked it up and wondered if what it held inside was still intact.Shaking it, I heard the rattle. Just maybe.I started to twist and unscrew its two halves, my hands slipping without getting a grip.But then he took my arm...
I could fix anything. Since I was old enough to hold a wrench. Yeah, weird for a girl.There were people out there that didn't want me to succeed. Some because I was a genius, some because I was a girl.They couldn't understand advanced steam technology, turbines replacing piston-drive - and didn't think any "bimbo" could, either.Most of those who caused me trouble had a worse problem - they were trapped in their own mind.And didn't want to be freed.When I met my former high school classmate, he gave me the clue that brilliant old me never thought of. He had discovered a secret that allowed me to get around their roadblocks, and to go ahead and invent anything I imagined - at a vast profit.And he ended up changing my life in ways I could never imagine...This collection contains: - The Girl Who Built Tomorrow - The Girl Who Saved Tomorrow - The Girl Who Became TomorrowExcerpt: "Life isn't fair " I cried out to no one in particular in the cluttered machine shed I called my shop.I would have run to my mother's skirts to bury my tear-soaked face in her lap, except I'd long been trained that this would only make the teasing worse.I was better off getting a clean work rag - one that didn't have oil or grease on it, or something worse - and wipe them away. "Just suck it up, bimbo." That's what I learned to tell myself. With five older brothers, I got treated like just another son in the family. They all taught me from an early age that tears didn't matter. And even if they got a tongue-lashing from Mom, I'd still inherit a little hell-on-earth later for every story I blubbered to her. Not that I'd ever get touched, although that happened. And they'd get away with it as long as they didn't leave a mark or rip any of my clothes. But the worst was when they would wreck something I was working on.And that's how I taught them to leave me alone. Because I was a better "fixer" than any of them. Once they found that out, they'd bring their stuff to me rather than try to figure it out for themselves.And when the teasing got real bad, they'd wind up with something of theirs suddenly out start to run badly - or wouldn't run at all. Right when they needed it the most. Of course, they couldn't prove I'd done it.So they quickly learned to stay on my good side. And stay out of my shop. And never, ever, "borrow" my tools.Because it wouldn't stop until they did. I was just built that way. "Eye for an eye" type of gal. "Hell hath no fury..." and all that. When they started racing, life got better for me. They learned that their little sister was an advantage no one else had. The machines I worked on for them gave them an edge - they performed better, ran faster, lasted longer than anyone else's. And if they wanted something special done, I'd find little gifts on my workbench - or somewhere I'd notice. That worked just great. They won their races, and my life got easier.Until I discovered how nice boys could be outside my family. Ones who didn't need their machines fixed or tuned. The ones that gave me stuff because they liked me.But wasn't prepared to find someone who really understood me. Even my parents didn't get the scope of what they had created...Scroll Up and Get Your Copy Now.
An unforseen bi-product of terrorists bombing a children's hospital, the Lazurai could kill a person without touching them. The government made it worse by their experiments. All the children wanted was to feel love like any child. When they grew older, their powers increased. And they found they couldn't be stopped. By anything. Then they escaped Chuck hears a rumor of one coming his way, to his remote way station on the highway. But he can't leave his wife, who's dying. So he waits. And sees the hooded Lazurai walking the long miles on a hot desert day toward him. All he can do is wait. What he doesn't know is that this one is different from all the rumors. And his life is going to change forever... These collected tales explore the universe of the Lazarai, their own growth as a super-species of human, and their unique outlook on life and living. Get Your Copy Now.
Being able to escape into the wonderful world of romance is always a pleasure. This set of six short stories are an amusing way to find yourself into new worlds, with new lovers working out their difficulties and eventually end up with their happily-ever-after result. Some are ghosts, some introspective writers, some CIA-government types, a couple of futurists, some socially disadvantaged, and a young couple with hidden abilities. All in contemporary settings (for the most part) and perhaps something you can relate to (well, we can always want the superpowers, anyway.) Lose yourself in these worlds and become young at heart again with these short reads to fit into any schedule... Get Your Copy Now.
Have you ever thought some very dangeous thoughts? Ones that could destroy all life as you knew it? In these six stories by three authors, they do just that. Of course, fiction is safer than real life, so it's much easier to test things here. ...Or so we've been told. In these stories are ideas that will captivate, and excite you to new thoughts and ideas of your own. Because the universe we live in is just a hair's-breadth away from the fictional ones we create. If history is any judge, these authors may be writing are things that will be in our own present any time now. Of course, that's only if you think their thoughts through... Get Your Copy Now.
Cozy, Detective, or Amateur Sleuth - contemporary or fantasy - these six short stories will keep you guessing right up to their quick end. Mysteries come in many forms, and in many locations. Here we have contemporary, dystopian, and paranormal venues so you can immerse yourself from the first sentence in each of these short stories. - A ghost who has to arrange her own scene-reenactment just to find out how she died. - How a writer helps a woman find out why she is so sad all the time - from a diner bar stool. - A private investigator assigned to find out the secret of nurses who can cure the incurable - but then becomes a patient when he breaks quarantine to save another's life. - A detective who is ordered not to solve a perfect death. These short stories will fit in the bits and pieces of your schedule, while you work to solve the crimes from wherever and whenever you are reading... Get Your Copy Now
Writers don't often write about their own worlds - but when they do, expect them to be every bit as imaginative as their other fiction. We've found a common theme in these six short stories. Where these new authors, not only explore their own thoughts, ideas, and angst through their own fiction, but also take apart their own ideas about how writers write. Here you'll see writer's block, the solitary writer's romances, the revenge of stalking stories, being transported by another writer into one of their worlds, and even examining the idea of your pet cat being responsible for a writer's output - or lack of it. Nothing is sacred to these authors as they turn their fiction microscope on themselves and their own profession. Get Your Copy Today.
The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: - A three-part serial which starts by attempting to solve the mystery of a ghost who has been haunting several hundred feet underwater, for 12,000 years or so. And then involves an immortal being who was turned half-human and beaten nearly unconscious. Only to reveal she has a twin sister who she has fought with constantly over the ages - but now has to work with her to regain her own powers and defeat an immortal enemy who has worked out how to exploit the Internet and social media to enslave all of humankind. - Plus, two additional mysteries involving an angel and an immortal goddess who need the human mystery writer John Earl Stark to solve their unsolvable problems... All in short reads that fit into the time you have to read. Delicious mental snacks that will leave you with new ideas to consider long after the entertainment is over. Get Your Copy Now.