Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Chronology of the AA Series

American Apocalypse I = American Apocalypse: The Collapse Begins

Gardener Summer

American Apocalypse II = American Apocalypse: Wastelands

Why the title changes? The publisher renamed them.


Which should really be a Gardener book. I didn't realize that until after I published it

In process of being rewritten: The Unknown (working title) This is a Gardener book

The Chosen. This is in the same time period with different characters.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

A Pause

I will probably integrate "The Book of Chosen" with the book that is out there. If I do I will leave it on here as a free PDF for those who want it.

I am going to be rewriting "The Unknown" and getting it ready for publication so there will be a pause here for about a month or so. If anyone wants to post what they are writing in the meantime please contact me.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Friday, October 21, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Path of Vengence c

Not all can be warriors as few warriors can cook. There is no job that is too humble if it is one that HE has set you upon. Never shall precedence given to anyone over their job. HE who rules us all sees us as bugs anyway.

Each of us has a path. Ridicule of another believer for what they do makes you one of THEM in his eyes. We are in this together, chained to each other by need, both of survival and for support in the Great Change which must come.

It will come and with it will the tide of blood. Wash your hands in it and rejoice! HE who watches is smiling as they scream! Make them scream! Make them plead. Make them piss their pants, gnash their teeth, and wail! Then send them to hell.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Path of Vengence b

The work of the warrior is killing the enemies of the PEOPLE. I did not say martyr for that is not what you are called for. Enough of that has been done to the people of the world by the EVIL one. No more will WE die because of his machinations. It is their turn to pay the butchers bill with their blood.

Warriors of HE who KNOWS you must realize you are dead men walking should you embrace this path. All who do, male and female, should be honored by the community of believers when they announce their decision.

Virgins should embrace them without qualm and none that are unattached should be exempt from their summons for a period of three nights. Then all who have a grievance with them, and those they have one with, must come together if possible, and make amends. Farewells should be said and their names recited for an hour without stop should they fall.

1 Chronicles 12

8 ...They were brave warriors, ready for battle and able to handle the shield and spear. Their faces were the faces of lions, and they were as swift as gazelles in the mountains.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Path of Vengence

Make no mistake, the road HE is calling you to is not one that will end in a quiet retirement. We bring the end of all and the beginning of the new world. The world HE will rule and it will not include greedy, blood sucking, usurious lending, lying, manipulating, worthless examples of DNA that have ever been dropped on the planet.

They will die. It is that simple. You will die too. It is that simple. You have seen what was done to those who thought peaceful protest was the answer.

Proverbs 22

22 Do not exploit the poor because they are poor
and do not crush the needy in court,
23 for the LORD will take up their case
and will exact life for life.

They will pay but it will not come cheap or easy. They have SATAN and his Minions. They have money, yes, they have a lot of money. Blood money that will be even bloodier before this is finished.

They will use it to buy souls and hire bodies. They have technology that has been twisted and shadows that dance from electrons. They will paint you with scorn and hate. Mothers will cross their arms and fathers refuse to allow you across their doorsteps. Friends will sell you and testify against you. Embrace it for it is glorious to do HIS will.

Monday, October 17, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part d

Soon the EVIL ones will fear us. They will become cautious in their movements and seek to minimize their presence among us. Do not worry. They shall be found and judged. The more they try and hide the more we shall rejoice because it is a sign that our work is successful.

Job 34:22

22 There is no deep shadow, no utter darkness,
where evildoers can hide.

Find them, they will be there. Be cunning for they will be. Use their strengths to create weakness. They must be tied to the world. We don't. They need power for their machines an information to feed on. All we need is HIM.

Embrace them when needed. Cut their grass. Watch their children. Learn about them and their friends. Let them see you as nothing but a faithful worker, be grateful for their crumbs, smile at their foibles. Listen, and learn.

Psalm 83:3

3 With cunning they conspire against your people;
they plot against those you cherish.

When the time comes, and it will come, be merciless but cunning. Be quick, but leave them with nothing as they have so many others.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part c

Who is the enemy?

HE who speaks to me has passed HIS judgement against many. I spent nights in prayer seeking his guidance because the list was daunting. In time, after the cleansing, will come reeducation. HE is capable of mercy. We will not be.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will take many forms. HE realizes not all of you are capable of doing the work of a warrior of the TRUTH. Some will create the weapons. Some will feed those who wield them. Some will only be able to provide shelter and money. All are equal in his eyes. Eyes that never close. Eyes that see what was done behind closed doors and in emails that whispered across the distance.

So who is the enemy? Who received a bonus? They are the enemy. That is the first level of Minions and they can never be converted or repent for they have sinned grievously against HIM.

The second level is those who worked at the companies in senior management. The politicians that were paid off. The mortgage brokers who lied. The media manipulators. The industrialists who sold out their companies for more money and destroyed lives in the process. Those that polluted the water chasing the blood we call oil. There is much work to be done.

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part b

The EVIL ones come in many sizes and shapes just like ice cream cones except they never taste good. They like to smile except when they are trying to look concerned. When they look concerned they are secretly laughing inside as they have just screwed you.

Psalm 10:3
3 He boasts about the cravings of his heart;
he blesses the greedy and reviles the LORD.

They love to use use rules and regulations that they never observe or invent as needed. They will use them against us whenever they can. Ignore them. They mean nothing. They are nothing. Nothing they say, write, blog, or broadcast means anything. Every word that comes out of their mouths is a lie. Every word, every electron, every image is a lie. They will speak the right words and do anything to convince you they mean well. Ignore that and watch their actions. Then kill them.

Deuteronomy 21:21

21 Then all the men of his town are to stone him to death. You must purge the evil from among you. All Israel will hear of it and be afraid.

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - Recognizing the EVIL ones - part a

I was blind as so many of you were until I underwent the great cleansing. The cleansing is but a step upon the road of Righteousness. Yes, HE stripped me of all my worldly goods and cast me into the forest of darkness where I lived like an animal until HE opened my eyes and heart.

I resisted at first. Like a conditioned animal all I wanted was to return to my cage and grasp my chains once again. I believed in doing that all would be right and I would be saved. I was a fool. Yes. A fool.

I lost it all because I had become useless. Injured in an auto accident, I no longer could function in a way deemed satisfactory. Like a broken toy I was let go. Then the vultures of finance began to circle. No mercy was shown then and no mercy will be shown by me now.

In the forest I became just another one of creatures. I learned to scavenge and to take shelter. I existed. A non-person. I was not alone. Others prowled the darkness. Lost souls who either dreamed of when the Minions would take them back or they became something far worse. Rotten souls that embraced all the worse traits of the Demons with out any of the subtlety. Demons just wanted me to bend or, if I didn't, begone. These foul creatures wanted to physically hurt. They wanted blood of the wet and red kind instead of the dry green blood desired by the more advanced DEMONS.

HE Spoke to me. He changed it all. HE led me out of the forest but first he had to OPEN my eyes and mind. HE taught me the first of the GREAT truths and the FIRST is know thy enemy!

Once you believe their is a SATAN and what his plan is then it becomes easy to see who belongs to him and they are many. Don't despair! They can die just like any mortal. Their spirits will go back to the EVIL ONE an await their chance to infect others. We will deny them their breeding ground by changing the world! IT WILL BE SO.

ALL Bankers are under the EVIL Ones influence. Many, especially those in positions of authority are true Minions. They must be cleansed. They shall be. The bonuses they have taken are BLOOD money. Each dollar equals a soul destroyed.

Zechariah 11:17

17 “Woe to the worthless shepherd,
who deserts the flock!
May the sword strike his arm and his right eye!
May his arm be completely withered,
his right eye totally blinded!”

Our shepherds have failed us. They have let the wolves in upon HIS people and torn down the gates of protection.

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source c

Our world is being poisoned for profit. It is all about profit. The scoring machine of the minions of EVIL who use profit to measure their destruction of our world. Understand this, if you understand anything, PROFIT equals Enslavement. PROFIT equals chains. PROFIT equals the slow poisoning of the world. PROFIT is how HELL is being made real here, on the planet, every day! A HELL where is MINIONS have gradually frown from a cadre to an infestation.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source b

You are owned by the Corps'. You rent the space you exist and consume from them and when you no longer have any money to offer than you are cast away into the emptiness. We have become by design throwaway people who, if we are lucky, allowed to work as human touch screens until a way is found to automate that.

The Source of all this is SATAN and his DEMONS. They exist. One may be next to you on the highway, her expensive German car whipping past you as she sips on the energy of all she passes. Another is that smiling white guy with the good hair and teeth walking past you while he jabbers into, and receives his commands from his cell phone.

While SATAN prowled this earth since time began only now can he buy souls for next to nothing. They are massed produced for him, trained by his MINIONS, and fed to his consumer machine.

Machines take jobs! It is in EVIL's interest to make the masses hungry, useless, and enslaved. They make you feel ugly and then sell you beauty. They make you fearful and sell you security. Everything is for sale, the terms are easy, the payment is your life, and you lap it up like cats who have been favored with a bowl of cream.

First THEY gathered us like cattle in the work ghettos THEY called factories. There they used us like flesh robots and used it us until we broke. Never was the money enough so they offered us credit. To make sure we used it THEY programmed our brains to want. WANT! ALWAYS WANTING! NEVER SATISFIED!

We don't wear clothes. We wear labels. We don't drive transportation. We drive dreams. We drive our nonexistent sex drive. We drive our manliness.
THEY steal our sex drive with work and worry and make us pay for chemicals to artificially inflate our cocks. Woman are turned into plastic dolls by choice so they can have access to plastic money to buy plastic shit from children in sweatshops.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source a

Blind is what you are and I was once too before the shadow of the LORD slapped me down and filled my brain with visions to dark for me to understand at first for heavy were the scales upon my inner eye.

We are fish, we swim in their sea, in water that was once pure but now is dark as their hearts. Yet we never notice until our eyes are opened by HIM or his voice among us.

Know this for I speak the TRUTH! To truly see the world you must disconnect yourself from the tentacles woven into your brain.

Once there was a man, much like you perhaps, who gripped the chains of bondage tightly and never understood that all he had to do was open his hands and let go.

That is only the first step for the EVIL one will not let you slip away that easy. Once you would have been ridiculed, spoken of as insane but the vision is spreading and you are no longer alone.

How did this evil begin? It was always with us some would say and they would be both right and wrong. It began with machines. Yes, machines, for they spawned automation and automation is the sword of the DEVILS minions, the bloodless heart ripper of man with teeth of steel.

It began when money no longer became a medium of exchange and instead became the medium of life. The qualifier of souls, the measure of success,and the aphrodisiac of the feeble ass lickers and sociopaths.

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Source

All is wrapped in evil like the fog and breath of drunken old men who taste the bitterness of rained out years on their tongues as they stare into the cracked mirror that is their life.

HE KNOWS! America was not the first.

Psalm 78

32 In spite of all this, they kept on sinning;
in spite of his wonders, they did not believe.
33 So he ended their days in futility
and their years in terror.
34 Whenever God slew them, they would seek him;
they eagerly turned to him again.
35 They remembered that God was their Rock,
that God Most High was their Redeemer.
36 But then they would flatter him with their mouths,
lying to him with their tongues;
37 their hearts were not loyal to him,
they were not faithful to his covenant.
38 Yet he was merciful;
he forgave their iniquities
and did not destroy them.
Time after time he restrained his anger
and did not stir up his full wrath.
39 He remembered that they were but flesh,
a passing breeze that does not return.

Evil whispers to us in the music that echoes in our heads. The lyrics, twisted by desire, are naught but a drug delivered by the media delivery system that is but a razor and songs but blades to cut us open. Infected by their desires we dance captive to their designs of illusions, breasts, and light that shine on out stretched hands as we grasp for air.

Stop! I say Stop my brothers and sisters and disconnect your ears from the tentacles of the corporate squid! Close your eyes to the glowing backlit soulless siphon of this SATAN!

Thumbs twitching, eyeballs jerking, mainlining media like puppets who wonder why they jerk so helter skelter among a world they never see anymore!

Pumping into the mindstream vacuous cravings that you have pawned your life for. Nothing satisfies as you jerk on the hook of desire and swim in their mindless greed.

The Book of Chosen - Apocrypha - The Begining

I am the Chosen One and HE who speaks in thunder and gravel has anointed me as his most righteous Prophet. I am nothing. What will follow is HIS WORD and not of mine. Believe it or Perish in the days to come!

Friday, October 7, 2011

The Unknown - Chapter 16 - by nova

The group was already gone with the exception of Miller who had decided, without asking me, to stay on the road with me. The squad, such as it was, was either scrambling up the sandstone the road was cut through or already out of sight.

I looked around, it was a beautiful day, and far away from any place I called home. As soon as I thought that I had to laugh. I had no home, I just had places memories had happened in. If this all worked out then this would be another one.

The road had been cut through sandstone, each side was ragged but a climb straight up of about fifteen feet. That was why I was down on the road with the bus. No way in hell I was going to climb that today.

I walked over to the rear wheel and sat down with my back against it. The way the bus was parked made where I was sitting the only gap between the it and the sandstone. If I stayed beyond the wheel I wouldn't be seen and I would have some protection against incoming rounds. It was a plan. Not much of I had to admit, but a plan. I was never all that good with a rifle anyway. If I was going to make a difference it would have to wait until they got in close.

Miller took the other wheel and began laying out his magazines and grenades.

"You want a grenade or two Gardener?"


I waited a minute or two and asked him, "What the hell you doing here Miller?"

"Down here with you? My job."

"No. I mean riding to the rescue."

"Well, there was what they told us and what I think is going on."

"Explain Miller."

"You're a big deal, hell, you're a legend, everyone knows you, or thinks they do."

I told him, "But there is another reason. Right Miller."

"Yeah, it's how things are run and done these days." He didn't sound to happy about it either. "It was a lot simpler when I started doing this. What I think is that in the big picture we're here to win the hearts and minds of the Navajo. This area, and the people in it, are in the right place for the move to take back the rest of the west coast, you know, the place that used to be Southern California."

"Yeah. Max always thought big. He wants it all. Him and Freya."

He shrugged. "What we leave behind is always better then what we found."

I laughed. "Sure it is. After you've killed most of the people who might disagree with you it is easy to set things in order."

"Isn't that what you do?"

He had a point. I didn't answer him. I didn't feel like I needed to. It didn't matter anyway.

We had some time. At least ten minutes which was good. I was tired. I was also cold, probably because I was in the shade. I thought about moving into the sun but it wasn't worth it. I wondered how Ninja was doing. It would be good to see him and Max again. Maybe after this I would go North and see them. Hell, the way they were moving I could go back to Virginia. I liked that even better. I missed Virginia or whatever it was called now. I didn't like to think about it but I had outlived, lost, or moved away from everything that meant something to me.

I was glad when I heard the sound of engines. It killed what was turning into a really morbid line of thought. My guess was they had scouts running ahead of the main body on motorcycles. I closed my eyes again. Millers people could handle this. They did. I didn't even bother to look. I just listened and saw it unfold.

Two outriders, both going faster than they should have been, saw the bus and slowed down later than they should have. They got the part were only one approaches while the other hangs back almost right. Almost in that the one who hung back thought he was out of range from who ever was at the bus ambush. He wasn't. His partner went down about thirty paces from me. Miller rolled out from behind the wheel and shot him from a prone position from under the bus. The SAW reached out and finished his partner before he could get headed back to warn the main body.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Unknown - Chapter 15d - by nova

I was the first off the bus. That was part of the job too. I stood off to one side with Miller. As Rodriguez, and the guy with the SAW, got off they would pause, look around, stare at a spot and look at Miller. He would nod and they would take off.

The people themselves? The men looked grim, the women stone faced, and the kids excited. Each adult took a second to try and smile at me or nod. No words. Just that. 2nd squad had them moving. As they passed me they each saluted. That was more than a little strange. I didn't return it. I just gave them the nod too. I knew how to salute, I just never felt right doing it.

Their Captain joined me and Miller and we all watched Kat get off the bus. She didn't say anything to me. She just kept on going. I guess she figured she said all she had to say. She might have but I hadn't. I called her name and watched as she reluctantly turned around. She was crying. I gestured for her to come to me. She didn't bother to wipe away the tears when she stood in front of me. She just looked at me.


I pulled the Colt Navy out of my belt and handed to her.

"Why me?"

"Why not."

She almost smiled, almost said something, but instead she turned and ran off. She had a great ass.

"Time for me go sir." It was the other Captain.


I mean what was the deal here? Just go. Hell, we didn't have time for this. I was getting that feeling, the one that told me it was time to get ready for the storm.

He saluted me, then said, "It's an honor. I envy you Miller."

"Right." I told him. "Get your ass out of here."

He grinned and was gone too.

"Okay Miller. You need to salute or anything?'

"No Gardener."

"Good. Pick a spot and go find it."

He looked at me like he was going to say something profound or worse.

"Just do it."

I walked off. I knew where I was going and what I was going to do. Maybe drugs weren't that bad after all.

The Unknown - Chapter 15c - by nova

It was time in no time. It wasn't always that way. I used to count the seconds before an action. This time they just rolled by me, almost unnoticed. I must have drifted away because all of sudden Miller was sitting next to me and repeating my name.

"What Miller."

"Time to do it."

"Fuck. Okay. I want our people to each have 250 rounds, all the water they can carry, and nothing else. I want the Barrett guy..." I tried to remember his name, shit it was gone, to come with us too. Also..."

He cut me off, firmly, quietly, but never the less he cut me off. "I did all that. We're out of .50 and we don't have 250 rounds per man unless you want to send 2nd Squad away with three magazines a piece."

"You burned though that much ammo?"

"No. We came light. Had to. We were going for speed and humping heavy hardware. We look good for the SAW but otherwise we go with what we got.

The bus was slowing.

"Okay Miller. Block the road with the bus. Get everyone moving towards the chapter house on foot. Two miles is less then 20 minutes. The terrain is to rough for anyone to follow by vehicle after they get past the there. Let 2nd Squad do the rearguard action."

"I've already arranged for all that Gardener."

I thought about that. "So whats left Captain?"

"Our jobs sir."

I had to laugh at that. "Yeah. You got that right."

The Unknown - Chapter 15b - by nova

I leaned my head back and let my mind idle. That didn't work out so well. Fat, nasty thoughts with swollen bellies crept out from under the rocks and began whispering, "You're a cripple. You're a cripple" or "You're going to die!" I didn't mind the dying taunts. The cripple ones I could have done with out. I gave up. I looked out the window and was watching the passing nothing when Kat slid into the empty space next to me. She didn't say anything. She just held out her hand, opened it, and I recognized the two yellow footballs on it. I took them, dry swallowed them, started choking, and drank from the water bottle she handed me.


I closed my eyes again. I was hoping she would go away. She didn't. I waited for a couple of minutes. I was going to have to get ready to go in about 20 minutes. I wanted to ride the Oxy until then. Not talk. Without opening my eyes I told her, "Usually when someone closes their eyes it means they want you to go away."

"That's not always true. You could just be sleepy."

"I'm not."

She thought about that but she didn't move. Instead she said, "I know what you're going to do."

I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead. "I don't know what I'm going to do. It's kinda like how I lead my life. So you don't know."

She didn't argue. Instead she said, "Look at me."

I looked at her and she kissed me hard on the lips and whispered, "Goodbye. You were the best."

"Were?" Echoed in my head. I banished it. I didn't have time to dwell on shit like that right now.

I went back to watching nothing roll past and what kind of load out we'd need.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Unknown - Chapter 15 - by nova

"Talk to me Miller."

"Sir, we lost four adult locals inside. Two have minor wounds. Sargent Kim has a leg wound. He is good for the next 48 hours. We are good for one engagement as far as ammo goes. Your turn."

"We are being pursued, or will be shortly, by the remains of the unit that was trying to take the bridge." I didn't want to tell them I had been dropped by the big picture people, I had learned about morale and how important it was to act like we had the winning hand even when I knew we didn't. I did the math, compared my estimate of their speed to ours, and came to a conclusion I wasn't ready to share yet.

We're good."

I had to stop talking and grit my teeth. What ever he did had just hurt like a bitch. Just as that passed we hit a bunk, my arm moved, and the pain returned just as bad.

When I felt I could talk again, I said "Hey medic. You got a name?"

"Cat Daddy."

"Bind the arm to me."

He looked at me, with the exception of Kat, the rest had looked away, I stared at him.

"Fine. Hang on. I got to dump some magic potion on it and then wrap it."

I braced myself for the pain of the magic potion. It was the right thing to do. This time it was bad enough that I almost threw up on my recently repaired boots. Life was good sometimes.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Unknown - Chapter 14g - by nova

Miller looked at me, shook his head, and walked away flashing hand signs to pull the security team in. I couldn't move. I was leaning against the side of the school building watching without watching. I couldn't focus, all I was able to do was observe. What was hovering around inside me was the desire to just drift off like a balloon. I knew I had felt this before, sometime, somewhere, I just couldn't remember where.

Miller had stopped. He was staring at me, then gesturing for me to move. It was time to go. I wasn't sure I wanted to. It wasn't fear or lassitude, it was the realization that if I moved, my world would move too. I wasn't sure how, I just knew it. I looked past Miller at the bus. Smoke was belching from the crude stack at the back as the wood fired engine came up to speed. Kat stood in the door, concern on her face. I knew any second she would be off the bus and running to me. From the windows I saw the faces, the faces of children, and so I moved.

In doing so something snapped inside of me. Clarity returned. The pain stayed but I could live with that for now. I jogged to the bus which began moving when I was within five paces of it. Kat was there to meet me as was Miller. I ignored her look of concern.

"Kat. I want an adult next to the windows and the kids next to them. Miller, space our people out between them. I want you and Rodriguez up front here with me, ready to go." The wood burning machinery took up all the space in the back so we had that working for us. I wanted to keep the ring of bodies around them for as long as possible.

The Barrett guy pushed pass Miller and Kat and told me, "Take a seat. Let's check out the damage." They had kept a seat open for me behind the driver. I sat down and he started peeling off the wound bandages. I looked down and saw the white of splintered bone. I looked away but not before seeing his eyes change. I knew. He knew. I would be lucky to have a stump left.