New Website Up and Functioning

Sorry to make everyone go in a different direction, but I have a new website up for the Greenland Diaries. It's fancier. Stays up to date. It also has pictures of monsters. Can't go wrong with that. If you need to find the latest updates on the Greenland Diaries, including the sequel

www.greenlanddiary.com

Thank you for reading everyone! We'll see you at the new site!

Greenland Diaries: Days 1 - 100 is Free Today on Kindle

If you’re interested in a little apocalyptic madness via a found journal in Duluth, Minnesota, then please download my novel The Greenland Diaries: Days 1 – 100 for free on Wednesday May 6th via Amazon. The book is dark, puzzling, and riddled with all the authenticity of a regular and relatively unspectacular survivor lost in the haze of a plant-haunted apocalypse. It currently has 26 reviews and a 4.3 average.  Thank you everyone for your support.

Please click here to download The Greenland Diaries: Days 1 – 100 for free via Kindle. 

Day Two (Revised Edition)

They came back. 

I had hoped they wouldn’t, but they're here. The sound started again just a few moments ago. Most people left their cars. I didn't. I crawled into the trunk through my seats. I'm not going out there. I've got some old Taco Bell back here that smells funky, and some empty quarts of oil that made the carpet greasy. Should've listened to my girlfriend and thrown them away. 

I hear all sorts of things around me, screams, explosions, and the grating sound of shattered glass being walked on.

I never should have left the bank.

When I woke up this morning, the world was hot and humid. I could feel the heat bubbling down into that dank basement. It's April?! It shouldn't be this hot. 

I made it outside and found everything smashed. There were cars turned over and charred. A bus lay torn open and was stained red. Everything smelled burnt and ugly. A few light poles had fallen down in the bank parking lot, but both missed my Stratus. A cop had started to wave traffic through the street; a bulldozer was pushing all the shit out of the way. Houses were smashed; their roofs taken off and walls torn out. 

The plants were budding like crazy. And the heat, the damn heat was everywhere. 

I asked the police officer what happened and he said, "We got attacked by some sort of thing last night, devils or something. I'd try and make it home. They seemed to have gone away in the daylight. A bunch of people died though. Prepare yourself. I don't know much more than that, but everyone is trying to get home." He looked at the bank behind me and shook his head. "Well, money isn't that important now, huh?" he said. 

That wasn’t my money, so whatever. 

I jumped in my car and turned on the radio. There was nothing. Just that annoying broadcast that they test at the beginning of the month. I-94 was getting cleared of debris and people were piling into their cars. It took me all day to get to Minneapolis. Nothing moved. My phone is dead. I got to Broadway when the sound started. There is nothing else. 

I have to stop. 

Things are walking by my car. I can feel their weight. I can hear them scrapping.  

(Here is a revised edition of Day Two from my novel The Greenland Diaries. I'm going to continue to share for free some of the pivotal entries from the story, and the first five days are exactly that, so enjoy!)