J. R Kruze
1) The Lazurai
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An unintended result of a terrorist bombing a children's hospital, the Lazurai could kill a person without touching them.
The government made it worse by their experiments. All the children wanted was to feel love like any child. When they grew older, their powers increased. And they found they couldn't be stopped.
Chuck hears a rumor of one coming his way, to his remote way station on the highway. But he can't leave his wife, who's dying. So he...
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An Epic Road Trip and Fantastical Semi-Memoir
Living life is nothing that any moron or better couldn't accomplish, even without setting one's mind to it. The trick is to do something with that life. Or live several at once, so that one could at least be a success in one of them.
Herbert, having endured his mid-life crisis with all the aplomb possibly available to him, now was set on making a new life for himself. This is his book.
Such a book has...
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It rare to find a naked woman in your cabin when you come in from outside chores.But it was only a visitor who had come to see me before. She was a goddess, and dressed in gossamer.Not that I minded how she was dressed, much. But the last time she had brought a serious message for me. One that had changed my life.So what did she want this time?Excerpt:At first, I thought there was a naked woman in my cabin, reading my books.And then I realized, it...
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The First Collection of Short Stories by J. R. Kruze.
Known for a unique take on common situations, and a dry wit, Kruze is also able to look at usual circumstances and see unusual aspects to write about. These stories will let you start wondering about the world around you.
Contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, romance and science fiction are a few of this mixed genre collection.
This anthology contains:
- Death by Advertising
- The Lazurai
- The...
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"I don't see why I have to wear this - it's completely impractical! How would you ever, ever fix anything if you have to worry about getting a run in your stockings?"
Steve just shrugged, again. "Orissa, it's just a swimsuit with garters on it. And, it's all for show. We need hot-blooded backers for finance. So a little leg, a little suggestion, then their blood heats up and loosens their checkbooks."
"But that's just your theory. I'd rather be...
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Gerald was walking through the pasture, checking cows and in the next moment was on the ground, face down. Landing as if he'd been caught by a land mine and thrown there.Except there had been no explosion, no fire or gaping hole at the spot he had been standing moments before - in a quiet, green, tall-grass field. The wind was only blowing pollen and last fall's leaves around. No smoke or dirt or falling shrapnel. There was nothing that could have...
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Tragedy struck. And I never had a reason to smile after that funeral.
Or talk to anyone other than I had to. I'd rather sit in my room and re-read my Nancy Drew and Box Car Children books.
Until my Dad brought home a puppy from a farmer down the road - last of the litter. Dad got this dog to cheer me up, and give me someone to be with me while he was at work. Because I hadn't smiled or hardly talked since the funeral
Me and my pup were a lot alike....
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I'd left two families behind me on that road.One who raised me, but I'd left behind to see the world. They didn't know where I was now.Another which I'd felt could be my home, but told me I had to leave.So now I was walking down this abandoned desert highway, looking at an uncertain future.I could only blame myself. And blame my past.Because I had a secret. One that could heal or kill.It depended what I thought and felt.But until I could get a grip...
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The day she died, an ad was run.And you saw it, everyone did.Because it was a perfectly composed ad, with a perfectly chosen photo. Perfect clickbait headline. Not a word out of place. And it had a 30% click-through rate. For the mortuary.That service was the most highly-attended event the mortuary had ever held. And pre-sales of burial plots and cremations spiked. All bought by impulse.Yet the mortuary didn't run that ad.The deceased did.It has come...
10) Her Eyes
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What You Don't Know CAN Hurt You.
What You Don't Remember Can Get You Killed.
He looked into her eyes - and forgot everything about himself.
He'd done something that night, but couldn't remember.
And she had left him like that. Until she returned as a Homeland Security agent to save him from two cops who wanted him for questioning.
Now on the run, in disguise, his memory wasn't returning very fast. Josh depended on this mysterious Rosa to get...
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Doreen didn't seem to know what she was doing ever since that jeweled pendant arrived. Her mind literally wasn't her own – completely.Her day-dreams and nightmares kept taking her to foreign lands – the same exact location.The cryptic messages that came with the pendant didn't explain anything, but just deepened the mystery. Why was it "her turn" to own this jewel – or did it own her?Decoding the jewel and its message lead her to the reclusive...
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I was sent here to keep me safe. From horrors I wasn't supposed to know about.
But they didn't understand the first thing about arriving in a female body with raging hormones and a genius beyond understanding of myself and anyone around us.
Of course, they wiped my memory. That didn't mean I couldn't figure out that I didn't belong.
Then I met someone that I could almost trust. Not to give me away.
Because if anyone really found out who I was...
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Tragedy struck. And I never had a reason to smile after that funeral.Or talk to anyone other than I had to. I'd rather sit in my room and re-read my Nancy Drew and Box Car Children books.Until my Dad brought home a puppy from a farmer down the road - last of the litter. Dad got this dog to cheer me up, and give me someone to be with me while he was at work. Because I hadn't smiled or hardly talked since the funeralMe and my pup were a lot alike. All...
14) The Autists
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Carol and Reggie were different. They thought different . Reggie could talk "the ears off a corn stalk." He was an expert on history, like a walking Wikipedia on ancient times (if people could stand to listen to him.) Carol hardly talked, but her hugs could tell you the world. She could solve quintic polynomial equations. And a 4x4 Rubic's cube with one hand.
They were autists. "Special needs" people. Savants, kind of.
They were perfect for each...
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It actually helped that the hundreds of shoppers had vanished. That meant they couldn't be shot by accident while that gang of goons chased us with their handguns.
Of course, it was now more obvious exactly where we were.
I probably had it worst - dressed in pink like a stage performer. A long dress down to my ankles, with extra wide ruffles wasn't the best thing to either run or hide in.
Yes, I left the high heels some aisles behind me. Fashion...
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The Autists had failed as an "evolved" race.
While they could out-think and out-strategise, and out-everything the older Homo Saps, their own calculations showed that their race of Homo Transire only had a couple of generations at most before they were terminal. No new savants, no new super-empaths, only dead-end mediocrity.
How could such brilliant minds get it so wrong?
Brigitte was the Founder's only savant offspring and even her own children...
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Being able to escape into the wonderful world of romance is always a pleasure.This set of short stories are an amusing way to find yourself into new worlds, with new lovers working out their difficulties and eventually end up with their happily-ever-after result.Some are ghosts, some introspective writers, some CIA-government types, a couple of futurists, some socially disadvantaged, and a young couple with hidden abilities.All in contemporary settings...
19) A Goddess Visits
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You don't expect a goddess to visit you and start talking about your writing, or the lack of it.
Yet here she was, dressed in a garment so thin that it was nearly transparent if the sun hit it just right.
And, here with some message for me.
Of course, she didn't get to it right off. Like her dress, she used her conversation to get my full attention before she could tell me what that message was.
It didn't take long for me to see she was dead serious...
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It all began in mid-air.
A beautiful blue day, fluffy clouds with a hint of high wispy cirrus horsetails above them. If it weren't for the fact that I was falling through the air it would have been a nice day to be alive.
Just laying on my back, relaxed and falling to my certain end. Enjoying the ride, as it were. Wind buffeting all around as my body fell as fast as the air permitted it to move. Odd to see what my "last thoughts" would be. Always...