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patrickwmarsh · 1 day
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Day 46
It was here last night. It’d probably been hiding inside this entire time. I watched for it again, noting every subtle change to the shadows and blue moonlight. After thoroughly convincing myself that it wasn’t there, that in fact nothing was there at all, I crept out of my hiding place behind the wall and boxes.  I dressed for the occasion. I wore a navy blue bullet-proof vest, which I found…
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patrickwmarsh · 3 days
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Day 45
Last night, nothing came drifting downstairs. I waited patiently and quietly with the black nozzle of my M16 pressed against the wall. The monster never appeared. I’m not sure where it would’ve been. Eventually, the allure of stalking the stalker wore off and I fell asleep. Of course, I was sitting up with my sweaty face plastered to the wall. I woke up this morning when Snowy started to lick the…
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patrickwmarsh · 5 days
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Random Update 4/22/24
Greenland Diaries Audiobook/Revision, X-Men 97, Fallout, and other blurbs.
Been a few weeks since I updated this thing. Last weekend I had an event, and this weekend my son had eye surgery, so I was pretty busy. The event went really well. I sold out of my first book in the Greenland Diaries. No matter what I do. No matter what I write. That freaking book sells. I never thought such a tired genre concept would work so well. It does though. The monsters and world are…
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patrickwmarsh · 7 days
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Giants
It had been two months since Florence last saw her grandson. Edgar or Ed, as she liked to call him, had been the product of her daughter’s misguided attempts at nightlife. Now, the father was absent and her daughter was alone, stressed, and financially strapped. Ed wasn’t a mistake by any means. Florence adored him. She’d whisper in her daughter’s ear as they’d watch him run the sandbox ragged,…
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patrickwmarsh · 8 days
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Day 44
Last night, the monster wasn’t there, or at least it was hidden to the point of complete invisibility. I have no idea what the things are, so that could very well be possible. I watched every shadow and slant of moonlight. I memorized every detail. If something shifted or glided in the darkness, I’d know about it. Nothing though, not a single bit of movement. I’m not sure if the monsters are…
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patrickwmarsh · 10 days
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Day 43
I thought exploring outside the neighborhood would cheer me up a little bit. There was nothing, just more of the same. I didn’t see anyone, not a single person out wandering between the green buildings. There was just emptiness, loneliness, a jungle where homes used to be. The asphalt and cement that peeked out from the driveways and roads seemed lonely, like it didn’t know what to do with…
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patrickwmarsh · 16 days
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Visit me at 13 Gears
It’s here! One of my favorite events of the year. 13 Gears is a steampunk event that happens once a year here in the Twin Cities. I love it dearly. Have been attending it for almost ten years at this point. I’ve got multiple Steampunk titles. Beware the Ills. Monsters, Monsters, Everywhere. And now my new release Leave the Name. This will be going on all weekend in Roseville, MN. Saturday and…
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patrickwmarsh · 18 days
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Day 42
The radio didn’t work. The moment the drum started, I was listening for it against the flimsy wall, waiting for it to come downstairs. At first there was nothing, just the distant thunder of the drum. Then I heard it. There was a scuttling sound on the ceiling. A heaviness followed, and the stairs suddenly thudded in the darkness. I watched it drift inside my basement like an armored cloud. I…
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patrickwmarsh · 19 days
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Random Update 4/8/24
Alright, well one of my favorite events of the year is fast approaching. 13 Gears is right around the corner. In fact, it is next weekend. This is a steampunk event. My books Beware the Ills, Monsters, Monsters, Everywhere, and Leave the Name are all incredibly steampunk-y. I’ll be there dressed up and selling my books. Looks like a cool venue this year. You can find more information about it…
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patrickwmarsh · 21 days
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The Oak Door Highway
`“Of all the times to follow the rules. This one time. This one place. This one forest spinning on our colossal planet and you decide to follow the rules,” Kendrick said. The young man stopped and pleaded with the dark sky with a shrug of his shoulders. “I get to be the rule breaker for once.” They were at the entrance of the woods. The trees clattered together over the yellowish gloom. Wind…
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patrickwmarsh · 22 days
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Day 41
I’ve come back to the wall. I couldn’t take another night in that closet. I know it’s out there waiting for me to breathe wrong, or to stumble. I wonder if it knows how close it is to me. It could stab into this paper-thin barrier and skewer me with little effort. It could never move, and just leave me back here to die, and Snowy would be under Gerald’s care. I’m not sure he would care about her…
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patrickwmarsh · 24 days
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Day 40
It’s hard to believe that an empty piece of foundation behind some paper thin 70’s décor would be more comfortable than a closet. Well, it was. In fact, my little basement hiding spot was much cozier than this small wooden cell I slept in last night. The heavy heat was ridiculous inside the closet. Snowy wheezed nearly the entire night. I went through a couple bottles of water. My eyelids were…
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patrickwmarsh · 25 days
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New Book Available - Update 4/2/2023
Just a head’s up that my new book “Leave the Name” is officially out for purchase via my bookstore or on Amazon. Ideally, with the proper amount of shame and marketing, I would want you to buy the book from me directly so Amazon doesn’t take a huge portion of it. If you need to get the Kindle copy, you can find it right here. Thank you everyone for your support with the new release. It’s a great…
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patrickwmarsh · 1 month
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Minicon 57 Schedule
Alright, well my second event of the year is here. I thought I would post my schedule on here. I’ll be doing panels, a reading, and be selling books in the vending area. If you haven’t been to Minicon before, you can learn more about it here. Friday: Indie Authors Swimming Against a Traditional Publishing Sea – 9:00 PM Saturday: What to Watch Next – 7:00 PM Reading – 8:00 pm (I’ll be reading…
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patrickwmarsh · 1 month
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Day 39
My nights of “peace” have abruptly become nightmarish and anxious. Last night, knowing one of them was out there, I could barely breathe behind the wall. The entire time, I clutched my gun in my shaking hands. The safety was even off, like I couldn’t have one rational thought separating me from firing blindly through the wall. If I did manage to kill the one outside my hiding spot, many more…
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patrickwmarsh · 1 month
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The Dark
Nobody in the village really started talking about them when they first appeared. They just wanted to ignore them. After all, their kind did exist; this was not to be denied. They weren’t just a couple of sketches from a history book. They were two goblins. Two green creatures from secret tunnels beneath the earth. They came into the city. They left the city. They didn’t kill or rape like the…
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patrickwmarsh · 1 month
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What the Factory Wanted
Milo hadn’t been out of the mall in months. The machines that kept him there, the forgotten toys of an old society of wealth and consumption had needed repairs. He spent hours a day changing the android’s batteries, talking to them, and reassuring the life-size Teddy Bears and Wooden Soldiers that they could make it on their own. Right before the bombs and quakes hit civilization, human-size toys…
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