The Stories of the Surge
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This anthology heralds the birth of a new style. The stories of the Surge range from science fiction to historical drama to contemporary satire. They fuse the straightforward sensibilities of mainstream writing with the dry humor and virtuosic constructions found in literary books. The characters are strong; their circumstances, vivid; their fates, telling. The strength of the style lies in its speed, its precision, and its overwhelming force. In sweeping away the drudgeries of verbosity and ambiguity, it brings a fresh focus to the human truth left suppressed by the weight of our own…mehr

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This anthology heralds the birth of a new style. The stories of the Surge range from science fiction to historical drama to contemporary satire. They fuse the straightforward sensibilities of mainstream writing with the dry humor and virtuosic constructions found in literary books. The characters are strong; their circumstances, vivid; their fates, telling. The strength of the style lies in its speed, its precision, and its overwhelming force. In sweeping away the drudgeries of verbosity and ambiguity, it brings a fresh focus to the human truth left suppressed by the weight of our own communications. No genre lies beyond its scope. THESURGE.NET is building a new audience across all genres. Those who have thrown aside fiction as irrelevant will rediscover the thrill of action cast in words. They will embrace the humanity of heroes and the lessons of their struggles. They will inherit the tools necessary to take literature boldly into the future. "I decided, no matter what occurred-should the windows rattle, should the latches snap, should metal bend, should the doors twist off their hinges, I would not be afraid." "Her breasts were bared. She wasn't wearing a tunic. Only the flimsy fabric of a friar's scapular covered the length of her body beneath her cloak. With her arms stretched back, two nodules of beautiful fat bulged from beyond her hems, settling under their own weight like egg white beaten to a soft peak, waiting to be folded into batter." "The man was five yards away. The PDA was getting hot. It was burning her hand. She couldn't hold it much longer. She winced. "Ow!" It dropped. It tumbled towards the man. Flames flashed from the battery."
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