Robert Mason is a freelance author of young adult fiction and adult fiction. Robert lives with his wife and cghildren in Glendale, Arizona.
Zoey Zimmerman and the Zombie Pigeonby Robert Mason
A secret military research lab has tricked Zoey into looking for a missing research pigeon, but will Zoey and Tanner discover the secret of the zombie pigeon before it' too late to save the
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Zoey Zimmerman has a gift, she can talk to the animals. Alongside her best friend Tanner and faithful beagle Alton, Zoey uses her gift to reunite lost pets with their owners.
A secret military research lab has tricked Zoey into looking for a missing research pigeon, but will Zoey and Tanner discover the secret of the zombie pigeon before it' too late to save the city, and themselves?
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- 9 - 12 Years
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O.O I just was watching Grimm. Creeeeepy.
Pretty good. Much different than l expected. Also, l don't know the story of Hansel and Gretel. Only that the Grimm brothers, who are German, wrote the story down during the age of nationalism in Europe. Around the late 1800s, early 1900s or something. Haha. So l don't know how it differs at all. :)
Bird 筹 here! Alright, l decided that this is book 1. There will be a book 2, and maybe a book 3. Possibly more. Yes, this is Hansel and Gretel! And if you didn't quite get the prolouge, it's alright, it will make sense at some point. I have plans... *mwa ha ha* >;D constructive critisism is appreciated! Please give me your honest opinion. <br> <p> You know the classic fable of Hansel and Gretel. How their wicked mother convinced their father to get rid of them because they didn't have enough food and for their mother's wicked gain. How they found their way home using stones. How they were unable to get stones before their father led them out into the forest a second time. How they came across the gingerbread house and their encounter with the witch. But there is much to the fable you may not know... <br> <p> "Come inside, and l will give you food to eat and a warm bed to sleep in tonight." Hansel and Gretel were too hungry to think, however, and it is well known they fall right into the witch's evil trap. <br> <p> Stench-filled. That was the first word that came into the siblings' minds when they stepped into the sweet-looking cottage. It was a strange reak, one they didn't recognize. They didn't know it was the stench of death, an unusual smell of rotted bodies. But the witch liked it this way. <br> <p> After Hansel and Gretel were fed and tucked into bed, the woman pulled out a book and sat at the table with it. She opened it, many names next to check marks flying as she flipped to an empty page. There she wrote two names. In red. Hansel and Gretel. <br> <p> She hobbled to a little door and pulled a key from her pocket. Hidden behind it were a set of stairs. Down those stairs the woman went and she grinned as she did every time she was down in that basement. A large showcase with a glass front held her weapon collection. Small daggers. Long swords. Deadly-looking granades with the pins in them. Guns of all shapes, styles, and sizes. Miniscule vials of poison. She smiled her toothless grin and gave a low cackle. Ah, the fun she would have with these two children. Maybe she'd finish them off quickly by poisoning their food. Maybe she'd locked them in a cage far away and set a bomb just out of their reach, where they'd blow up to smithereens. Or perhaps she would impale them with a rifle and send a bullet into their bodies. She could spend a long time daydreaming on how to finish off her "guests". But she had all the time in the world to decide, because Hansel and Gretel weren't going anywhere. Even if they tried, she was excellent at hunting down her victims. Her many victims. For she had a goal, as sick and twisted as it may be. She would attempt to murder one hundred innocent souls. One hundred unsuspecting women and children. She was on the fast track to succeeding, too. And these two innocent children's demise would help bring her closer to her goal. <br> <p> The old witch hobbled back up the stairs and locked the door behind her, slipping the key back into her apron pocket. She kissed Gretel and Hansel on the forehead and whispered, "Sweet dreams." With a low cackle, she went to her own bed and laid herself in it. She gave another cackle, this one higher pitched than the last and sounding similar to a wail. Yes, what fun she would have with these two children.