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    Armageddonville: Armageddonville, #1
    Armageddonville: Armageddonville, #1
    Armageddonville: Armageddonville, #1
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    Armageddonville: Armageddonville, #1

    By Jay El Mitchell

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    For a while, Thomas Sullivan had it all. A career as a successful novelist, upcoming movie based on one of his books, engaged to a beautiful actress. It all seemed too good to be true, and was. Following the discovery of his fiancee's Infidelity, Sully left it all behind to take a six-week "vacation" to his grandfather's mountain cabin with only his dog Sterling for company. After completing his intoxicant-filled emotional rehab, he returns to town -and to a nightmare. Something has gone horribly wrong during his weeks as a recluse, and it is only now that he realizes that while he was trying to shut the world out, the world ended, and he missed it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJay El Mitchell
    Release dateJun 8, 2014
    ISBN9781310455445
    Armageddonville: Armageddonville, #1
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    Jay El Mitchell

    I am a carbon-based life form. I live near the beach (east coast) and enjoy it, primarily after sunset. I am lactose intolerant but love ice cream. Upon my death I plan to be cremated, with half of my ashes thrown directly into Donald Trump's unsuspecting face (I have a curse in the works) and the other half kept in an old condiment jar in the back of the pantry.

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      Armageddonville - Jay El Mitchell

      Armageddonville: Book One

      Jay El Mitchell

      Copyright by Jay El Mitchell 2014

      Smashwords Edition

      Note to readers: this is part one of a continuing series.

      My grandfather owned a cabin on Lake Moorwood, nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. Dad would take me up there for one week every summer for generic father/son bonding. Fishing, chopping wood, etc. He called it a respite from the evils of modern day society. I did not share my father's dislike of technology but I always loved going to the cabin. Following his death ten years ago, the cabin became my inheritance. It wasn't until six weeks ago that I ventured back.

      My name is Thomas Sullivan. On a personal level, people call me Sully. Professionally I am known as T.X. Sullivan. At twenty-nine, I've had two novels on the best-seller list. Never above the #4 slot, but that's not much of a sore spot for me. I get paid handsomely doing what I love, and that's a sweet gig. Last year a big-name director decided my book Last Hollow was worthy of the big screen. It's in post-production now, set for release soon, and according to what I've heard, is predicted to be a summer smash hit. Up until six weeks ago I was on cloud nine. Best-selling books, a movie, engaged to a beautiful actress named Corrine. It was all sunshine and rainbows. Too good to be true.

      I twisted the top from another beer, took a long swallow. Tomorrow I'd be heading back to the city and I intended to be hungover for the trip. To be honest, for the last six weeks I've either been drunk or hungover, or some combination of the two. No sense in breaking protocol my last night on the lake.

      A soft scratching brought my attention to the front door. I weaved my way over and opened it. Sterling sauntered in, tail wagging and tongue lolling in vapid canine joy.

      Been chasing deer again, haven't you? I said, returning to my spot on the sofa. One of these days you're going to run into a pissed off stag, and I doubt you'll find it so amusing.

      The dog slurped from his water dish for a good twenty seconds before he came to me, nuzzling his head into my lap, dark eyes full of adoration. I rewarded him with scratching behind the ears and reassurances that he was a good boy. When I finished scratching he turned his attention to the items on the coffee table. He sniffed my beer, my handwritten manuscript, and the diamond ring.

      You miss her, don't you, buddy? I said. His tail swept briefly back and forth. Well she's not coming back. She cheated on us. She had another man. Probably had another dog, too. Sterling chuffed. "You're in denial. She probably even had a cat."

      Corrine and I got together shortly after the success of my first novel. Up until that point, most of her acting credits involved independent films and a handful of commercials. When Last Hollow was being cast I got her the audition, but even I have to admit she got the part based on her own talent. Sometimes I wonder if I still would have pulled those strings if the male lead had already been cast. Probably. I trusted her. It never occurred to me to be concerned about the pretty boy A-list Irish actor the director had managed to procure for the role. That actor had his choice of a plethora of starlets, yet he had to have my fiancée.

      Now I know I can't blame him, I told the dog, who had settled into a furry gray mound on the floor at my feet. "She's the one who wronged me. In fact, I should be grateful to him. This way, I found out she was a gold-digging whore before I married her. See? He did me a favor. I took another swallow. That mick asshole."

      When I placed the empty bottle on the coffee table I found myself considering the dark screen of my cell phone. For the majority of the past six weeks I left it off. The whole point of coming out here was to get away and clear my head. Or, more accurately, drink until my head was too full of alcohol to be occupied by anything else. I had turned the cell on occasionally, mostly just to respond to my agent's many texts. I figured if I didn't check in at least once a week he'd send the local sheriff to my door to make sure I hadn't offed myself. Although John never came right out and said it, he did elude to it. There was no need for concern. I would be lying if I said the idea of suicide had never crossed my mind during the last few weeks, but always fleetingly. After all, someone had to take care of Sterling. The lovable but dumb animal had little to no survival instincts and would probably starve to death out here if left to his own devices.

      I tapped the cell screen and it came to life. The signal was weak way out

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