Norman Gray on The End: Visions of Apocalypse
by, February 24th, 2013 at 06:29 PM (311 Views)
I know why youíre here; you want to know more about The End: Visions of Apocalypse. You expect me to just spill my guts about it, like you think Iíd enjoy that or something?
Well, youíd be right.
Welcome to the blog section of SFFWorld.com, by the way. If youíre new to the site, take a look around! Explore the many forums. Bask in its euphoric warmth. This is the place where magic happens; itís like Hogwarts, and the writing forum is our Chamber of Secrets. . . Youíll find no mere Muggles here, let me tell you.
Obviously, youíve already read our free short story anthology; I think itís safe to say, after spending nearly two months ranked number one in the Amazon.com Free Kindle eBook Fiction Science Fiction Short Stories section, that there isnít an individual with an internet connection and at least one working eye who hasnít read it:
The End: Visions of Apocalypse
Iíve made this blog post not just to praise our wonderful, critically acclaimed anthology, but also to make a most sincere apology. I understand the predicament Iíve no doubt put you all in; youíve read The End: Visions of Apocalypse and now youíre scouring the World Wide Web, desperately searching for just the smallest excerpt of a narrative with the name Norman Gray attached to it. ďWho is he?Ē youíve probably asked yourself. ďWhy canít I find his work anywhere? Is he some famous author operating under a pen name?Ē No doubt youíve searched high and low and everywhere in between, from Amazon.com to the actual Amazon.
I, unlike most of the authors who have contributed to this wonderful little anthology, who each have their own blogs where they can promote their work in hopes of receiving reward and praise in exchange for their many hours of creative labour, find myself in a slightly awkward position; I have no domain to flaunt my immense creative prowess, mostly because my resumť of written work is, well, slightly limited. I havenít been at this whole ďwritingĒ thing for a very long time, if truth be told, and Iím still making that leap from being a mere enthusiast of the craft, to being a cocky and confident aspiring author. Though youíll be glad to hear that Iím practicing my cockiness every day; sometimes twice daily, only on the rare mornings when I manage to reduce my mirror observation time down to a half-hour.
So basically, if youíve read my contribution to The End: Visions of Apocalypse, which was a story entitled Relapse, then youíve read the extent of my works. . . So far. The End is, for me, merely the beginning!
How droll. Iím overwhelmed by the ironing. . . Maybe after Iíve gotten rich off of the anthology, Iíll hire a butler.
I suppose I canít take all of the credit for the great success this short story collection has achieved. There are a couple of authors I could acknowledge: Hugh Howey, perhaps. Michael J. Sullivan, if one had to name names. And there are a few others that never fail to impress: R.F Dickson, Pete Mclean, Liam Baldwin, Stephen ďB5Ē Jones, Michael Aaron. Norman Gray. Just to name a few.
None of them however, impressed me quite as much as this author:
In the end, Ragnarok was nothing like the stories told to us by our Fatherís Fathers. Yes, man fought man, the earth was torn asunder, but the Gods? They stayed out of it, content to watch us all die. There was no great serpent, no wolf Fenris, no Odin. Only men and fire. And that, let it be said, was most certainly enough.
That was the opening paragraph from Tick by Wilson Geiger, a masterful story about mankindís self-inflicted demise. Short and sweet, this passage speaks volumes in little more than a lengthy breath, and I think itís quite apt in a day and age where relatively little thought is given to the potential repercussions of mankindís actions.
I love this opening paragraph. Why? Because all ideas great and terrifying, real or surreal, are born from the same place: From the minds of ordinary everyday individuals. I mean really, when you think about it, is there anything more frightening than the human mind? It reminds me of this line:
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
That was a quote from Joseph Conrad; at least, thatís what it says in my copy of Best Served Cold. Iím an expert on many things, but early twentieth century literature isnít one of them unfortunately.
An impressive resumť you tout Mr. Conrad, but have you ever been number one in Amazon.comís Free eBook Fiction Science Fiction Short Stories section?
I thought not.
Dwellers of the almighty internet have spoken: SFFWorld.comís first ever short story anthology is a triumphant success. If you havenít already grabbed a copy, no need to fret! Just click on one of the links below to find out what the rest of the world has been raving about. You shanít be disappointed, I promise.
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