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Kindle Books : by Trisha Johnson
 

“Miracles Don't Come Cheap”

Gregory Dwyer has gone from obscurity to stardom in less than two years. His 'Healing Tour' attracts thousands, and has also attracted the attention of Melissa Harvey, an investigative journalist who has devoted the last few years of her life to exposing people like Dwyer as the frauds they are. As she delves deeper into the lives of the people Dwyer claims to have cured, Melissa discovers something remarkable about them: their previously incurable illnesses have somehow disappeared. Were they ever really sick? Struggling with near constant migraines, she tries to make sense of the mystery, only to discover that she, herself, is suffering from an inoperable brain tumor. Her mentor and employer, Matthew Napier, and the new man in her life, Jeffery Morrison, a Mission Manager at NASA, are dead set against her seeking help from Dwyer. But, what choice does she have?

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“The Utjenet Tablets”

It must seem pretty odd to most people that Earth's elite might feel the need to leave the scene of their endless crimes, but their pursuit of the brass ring that was a one world government had proven to be unachievable in any timeframe that would permit them to retain all of their wealth and power. The time has arrived to pick up their winnings and leave the table - at least for a while.

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“The Stone Vessel”

Two harem girls, Suki and Ianna, on a trip to ancient Sumeria, somehow meet up with a modern day, West Coast heiress, Sephy, who's a member of an archeological dig. Realizing that their presence has been detected, and afraid of what might happen if they kidnap Sephy, they convince her to return with them on the pretext of becoming one of their tyrannical Lord's playthings. Sephy, desperate for adventure, agrees and quickly finds herself part of a conspiracy, which also includes a clone and a reclusive wise man, aimed at the tyrant's overthrow.

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“Reaping the Whirlwind”

A collection of Science Fiction short stories supporting the truism that, for every ill-conceived decision, be it political or otherwise, there will always be a totally unexpected consequence!

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FREE Short Stories : by Trisha Johnson

HURAZ

“I Can See Clearly Now The HURAZ Have Been!”

There are many ancient races in the universe: ancient enough to have answered most of life's questions and found solutions to most of life's problems. Unfortunately, when they reach this point in their evolution, many decide to share their knowledge with other less advanced races, whether they want it, or have asked for it, or not. Maybe it’s intellectual arrogance, just showing off; maybe it's impatience - like, 'come on, you guys, do this and you'll save loads of mistakes and lots of suffering'; then again, it could just be a desire to hold out a helping hand to others less fortunate than yourself. Whatever the motivation, the result for the inhabitants of the planet, Poona, couldn't have been worse. But I’m getting ahead of myself

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Vietnam

“It ain’t fair.”

“It’s ridiculous! I mean: we don’t even look like brothers. Paul’s two years older than me and he acts like a kid all the time. Like he’s retarded or something. He always wears black, too – or mostly black – even when it’s a hundred degrees! Mom just shrugs it off. “He looks at the world different to the rest of us,” she says. What does Dad say? “Nothin’,” that’s what! He went out one day for some beer and never came back. I’ve had to be the man of the house since I was twelve. I had to grow up fast, be responsible. I never had time for skateboards, street hockey or shit like that. I had chores to do. Mow the lawn, fix the roof, or paint the garage door, while he just sat up in that room of his, that no one ever gets to look inside, reading some stupid text book till all hours. Now I’m eighteen, and Mom’s married again, you’d think I’d be getting some time to myself, wouldn’t you, but, no, he drags his freaky ass along behind me everywhere I go. He has no job, no car, and definitely no class and yet the girls are all over him. They can’t help themselves. They want to mother him. He just sits there with his head between their tits while they stroke his neck and make stupid cooing sounds. I swear he’s got a huge grin on his face, but you can’t see it, jammed in there like it is. It makes me puke!

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cheap trick

“It’s a cheap trick. But it always works.”   

The book seemed to fall open to the page about the candle, almost deliberately, like it was trying to tell them something. It normally lay closed, on a lectern in the opposite corner of the room to the one in which a table stood with a glass case upon it. Inside the case was a large, red candle. George Stewart had been running his hand along the corner bookcases when he brushed against the lectern. He had turned, taken hold of the heavily embossed cover and flipped it open. Oddly, though the page had been selected at random, the illustration before him was identical to the candle in the case.

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red light

“Red Light.”

“Goddammit!” he screamed as he stood on the brakes, bringing the Blazer to a shuddering halt. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel and glared at the red stoplight. “I swear the ‘mothers’ do that on purpose,” he growled.

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red light

“Mass Extinction - ’Ottuba’ Style.”

I suppose we shouldn't mourn the passing of the 'long-toothed Hossora', from Corridoor. It was a peaceful, eternally grazing creature, with four legs, a long swishing tail, floppy ears and puppy eyes. It knew nothing of interstellar pulse drives, the passage of time, or where the star that illuminated its world went at night. The vast herds ate as they slowly moved across the broad grasslands, stopping briefly to rest, to drink and, on occasion, to make baby hossora.

The Hossara had nothing to fear from humanoids on Corridoor, there were none - two species of carnivores kept them from breeding out of control. No humanoids, that is, until a nomadic race, the Ottuba, took evasive action to avoid being sucked in by a collapsing star and arrived there by accident.

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