Who am I kidding?
The world just ended, not in the earth shattering, thunderous boom of an exploding moon (although we know there is no sound in an vacuum) nor with the heart-stopping, screeching crash of a vehicle impact, but with the soundless roar of an email.
An email that sliced through the collective jugulars of living, breathing authors. An email that simultaneously pierced the flesh and sucked out the souls of men and women who one click earlier were anticipating a cheery TGIF post.
With the accuracy of an alien invasion, the once familiar landscape became unrecognizable, cold and lifeless, bodies tossed across the dreamscape of hybrid publishing; and then came the sound.
Cries and moans of the wounded, shrieking with pain, and writhing in hellacious disfigurement, their identities altered, the children of their loins ripped from their arms and held for ransom.
I admit it. I am a coward.
I clapped my hands over my ears to dull the roar and squeezed my eyes closed, to stem the tears. My heart is still trying to escape my chest, thudding painfully and sporadically.
I ran as far and as fast as I could to the people who could save me. Indies are a resilient bunch and as support systems go, you could not find a bigger bandage to plaster on the shrapnel wounds, than can be found in the underground organization called the IASD.
I managed to grab a few of the wounded and haul them to the protection of their book bomb shelter.
And now we wait. The walking wounded are still out there, and I can hear the eerie chuckles of the jackals and hyenas, the flapping of the vultures as the predators swarm and descend, looking to pick the bony pockets of the dying.
If you can hear me, there is a safe haven. Our world may now look like Armageddon, but there is a sanctuary. Come hide with me, we will rebuilt and take the world by storm.
We are already putting a plan together. We are already planning how to take back what was ours two short days ago.
Shoulder to shoulder, we will rise from the ashes of this desolation and take Amazon by storm. United we stand, divided we fall. Gee whiz, I think I see a light at the end…here, I will go light the way for you.
English Idiom: “Gee Whiz” – “An expression of surprise, dismay or enthusiasm…This term is thought to be a euphemism for “Jesus Christ.” (slang, 1870).
Source: The American Heritage Dictionary of Idioms by Christine Ammer
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